Oh look! There is a nice portrait of a respectable lady painted on the wall. He is saying that she was his last Duchess and I also think, his love.
He said her name. She is Lucrezia di Cosimo de’ Medici. But wait! Yes, I know who that woman is, I am that woman! But why I cannot remember him? What is happening to me?
He is saying he gave me gifts like cherries and I was a glad woman. He said he wanted his beloved to be happy. Really? Was I happy with him?
I do not understand why he has hidden my portrait behind a curtain because I am a beauty woman. Maybe he is an authoritarian man and he thinks I am an object, his object.
I think everything he said is too good to be true. Perhaps I do not remember anything because all my memories are bad and this is only his opinion. But it is a pity! I could never tell him what I think about him.
This needs to be developed a little more and made clearer. The Duchess' memories are gone because she became a painting, yet she has some suspicions. Elaborate those a bit more...
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