Gianpietro di Borghesi

"Father Gianpietro, don't tell me your secrets. You will regret it because you won't die," Lex said with a grimace. Death wasn't there, with its overwhelming power waiting for its prey to falter.

"I would rather not tell, believe me. But I don't know what I revealed to them in my moment of weakness," the priest spoke weakly.

"What moment of weakness? I'm sure it never happened," Lex countered again. Considering the sorry state he was in, if he had said something important, they would have killed him. If they were insisting, it was because they took nothing from him. At least that was the common logic.

"You really know how to cheer someone up, little imp. I already feel less worthless for the confidence you place in me," Gianpietro conceded. The princess smiled,

"You are my tutor, after all. I think I learned to trust you, Father Gianpietro."

"Don't go around trusting people, because that's stupid," the priest scolded.