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(  jodie comer, she ) have you heard marguerite de poitiers has arrived in florence? the twenty-five-year-old cousin of house albizzi is known for being both curious and impressionable, but would not want anyone to know she was bribed by her lover’s wife to leave france and return to italy. 

The only daughter of Maurice de Ghent and Lucrezia Albizzi was born in France, far away from the fruitful beginnings of her mother’s Florentine family. It was as though the freedom of Paris had nestled itself into the burrows of her heart and stayed there. For many years Maurice de Ghent would tell his wife that they would visit Florence, although the Frenchman never had any desire to leave his chateau. It was an unfulfilled promise which Lucrezia clung to on her deathbed, her body weakened by a poor delivery - a brother which Marguerite had always been promised, but never given.

Without a mother’s guidance, Marguerite was reliant upon the words of women at court, their flighty and highly flirtatious manners. She was sweet and rotten, like spoiled honey. Discouragement was muttered mildly from her father, although she never took his word too seriously - and he never said it strongly enough.

No one was innocent in Paris. They spoke lies if they proclaimed themselves to be a paragon of virtue, for none were. She flirted with many, collected love notes and poems as though they were fallen petals and discarded them just as quickly. She was tied to no one and nothing, and she grew bored quickly. 

Of her lovers, Theodore was always her favourite. He spoiled her, promised her the world even though she knew he would never grant it, and spoke endlessly of how vile his wretched wife was. Marguerite would laugh at him, enjoying the sin which she drowned herself in. It was a wonderful life, until dear Francis’s wife decided she wanted her gone. 

Despite her many indiscretions, Marguerite was well respected in court and Theodore’s wife Claude threatened that. So when it came down to her dalliance, and her the rest of her life, she agreed to run back to Florence. But not before she sorted out another problem. 

Sebastian de Poitiers needed the protection of her wealth, and she needed a husband to claim the child in her belly as his own. It was an arrangement which suited them well, so they married quickly and then packed their trunks for Florence. 

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