A mumbling heard outside the thick door of her prison cell stirred Elena from a restless sleep she had managed to find herself in, slumped up rather uncomfortably amongst the chains and cold stone wall of her cell. The words were unclear, blocked by the iron and rock that surrounded her. She wondered if it was the guard who had been keeping an eye on her, the one from the street who she would find regularly opening the door of the small barred window to check on her. As if she had found some way to escape her shackles and burrow out of the fortified room. [i]Idiota.[/i]

Much to her disappointment, the door opened and whom should be revealed to her is none other than the Templar Knight who got her here in the first place. Elena holds back the urge to spit at his feet on better judgement to avoid further punishment than she's already experienced. Even in these conditions, she must keep her wits and composure about her. Yet, she could not help but worry about what the Templars have already done to Alessandro. 

And somehow, the man knows this is exactly what Elena is worried about. Even claims he has saved him. Her lip twitches with slight agitation. She cannot help but let out a laugh. 

"Best quarters? He will succumb to the infection soon enough." She scoffed. Alessandro was probably already dead. This Templar was just using the promise of his safety to mess with her head. 

Elena did her best to keep his gaze locked with her own while not saying much. When he mentioned the Assassin's neglect in attempting to rescue or even send a correspondent in to [i]Le Stinche[/i] to save two of their own, she averted her gaze and glared hard at the corner of the cold floor. 

"Choose the wrong side? In what way could I have possibly chosen the wrong side? Assassins fight for peace, freedom, equality. Templars only want to rule everyone and everything ruthlessly. Power is all you seek." The words were venomous. Questioning what she fought for, why she fought against everything the Templars did. 

"Maybe you should evaluate your own Order's intentions. Though you seem the ruthless [i]testa di cazzo[/i] anyway, eh? I surely hope [i]Signore[/i] Borgia treats you well for being his little pet."

As he turned towards the door, she gave a small laugh again. 

"I look forward to it." 

The door shut and Elena was left to take in everything the Templar had said. One thing he said did raise concerns with her. Why hadn't the Assassins come to their aid here? Especially her brother? Surely he knew of her altercation and imprisonment in this place. It would be no great feat to stage a breakout, or at the very least place someone on the inside to work on an escape plan. Why hadn't this happened yet? How long had they been here already? 

Nevertheless, the Templar was crazy if he thought Elena was going to become his ally just like that. Perhaps she could give him things to consider as well, though piping up too much may cost her a limb or her life. 

Several floors up from the dark and cold prison Elena was held in, Alessandro woke to find himself lying on clean linen sheets in a room that looked more like a hostel than a room in [i]Le Stinche.[/i] The only thing reminiscent of a prison cell was the window that was barred with iron and the door that had no handle from the inside. Other than that, it held minimal furniture. He looked down to find his wound was properly patched and stitched now. A clean change of clothes lie next to the bed on his left. 

A knock at the door caught his attention as it opened and a familiar, yet not welcome face entered. The Templar apprentice, with food and a smug look upon his face. He was quick to explain that it was the Templar's doing that put him in these more than acceptable quarters and provided him with proper medical care, which would soon be arriving soon again to check on him. He then mentioned that Alessandro would be staying in these quarters to heal, and that there was much to discuss when he was ready to do so. As the Templar went to exit, he looked over his shoulder and let out the most important tidbit of information: they had also spared Elena. 

The door closed and Alessandro sat on the bed, staring out the window as he pondered the circumstances and when he would be visited again.