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Ā Ā ā¦Ā Ā ALFONSO ANSCARIDS.

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What if...Alfonso had rejected Magda? Who might have married, instead?
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this is an interesting thought! alfonsoās relationship with magda was tentative at the start, so it is a wonder they were married at all, as it couldāve easily gone awry. itās likely that alfonso wouldāve again looked to continental europe for a match, seeking to ally himself with a crown that would pull castile into the quagmire of european politics and alleviate the strain of the recent iberianĀ cataclysms. had adalsinda not married ivan, it is likelyāāand was even rumouredāāthey wouldāve wed as teenagers. barring that, alfonso couldāve brokered an alliance with marius, then prince regent, to marry one of franceās princesses, such as the dowager queen of sweden or, perhaps even, antoinette herself (though they wouldāve been married by proxy, as antoinette wouldāve been too young.) and then, there is also the chimerical possibility that alfonso couldāve married beatrice, or struck an earlier form of the alliance currently existing between himself and lorenzo by wedding caterina, instead.Ā
in spite of the many ... grievancesĀ ... and bones he has to pick with his marriage, magdaās hand in marriage was the most optimal and lucrative route he couldāve taken, as it closely allied castile with the holy roman empire and, whilst apolloniaās camaraderie with the his holiness the pope is dwindling, the papacy itself. magdaās dowry brought him wealth, titles in germany and principalities from across western europe, and intimate ties forged with the colonna family of rome.Ā
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šŖ :Ā protect, attack, fight side-by-side with.
protect: edward, philip, ferdinand. attack: ivan, iskender.Ā fight side-by-side: apollonia, hisham, mehdi.
Thereāll be happiness after you But there was happiness because of you Both of these things can be true There is happiness Past the blood and bruise Past the curses and cries Beyond the terror in the nightfall Haunted by the look in my eyes That wouldāve loved you for a lifetime || feat. @allfcnso
ITāS TIME TO GO, featuring luzia.Ā
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@apolloniacolonnaĀ sentĀ :Ā Ā š§ + apollonia
CYANIDE : DANIEL CEASARE.Ā
lsd got me feelinā empathy; warfare out to mind chemically,Ā ācause we suffer endlessly. could be kamikaze, only time will tell; even though iām godly, might end up in hell.Ā
FERNANDOĀ :Ā ABBA.
they were closer now fernando; every hour every minute seemed to last eternally. iĀ was so afraid fernando, we were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die, and iām not ashamed to say the roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry. +Ā the stars were bright, fernando, they were shining there for you and me, for liberty, fernando; though i never thought that we could lose, thereās no regret. if i had to do the same again i would.Ā
THE GREATEST :Ā LANA DEL REY.
those nights were on fire, we couldn't get higher; we didn't know that we had it all, but nobody warns you before the fall.Ā
Send āš§ + a museā and Iāll pick a song from my playlist that reminds me of them!
castilianroseā:
Although all sets of eyes around her were familiar to her, as was the feeling linked to it, this predatory feeling of being watched, analyzed and preyed upon, Luzia had to admit it wasnāt as scary as it used to be. Her loss of position to the king had changed the dynamic, as did her new title of Marchioness. Others in this very room had spent years, decades, to get a similar treatment, however the kingās giftĀ wasnāt without loss and heartbreak. One could even describe her as a bird locked in a sun-gilded cage. To be this close to diplomats, soldiers, men with the capability of murder ā yet no one quite intimidated her like the man sheād once pressed so tightly against her body, whose prayers and words she worshiped like no other.Ā
This being said it was time to shake off the remainder of her past self and establish a better version of herself at court. One thatās yet to be perfected, of course, but has significantly improved, compared to the naive, stubborn and heady mistress sheād once been. Luziaās smiled at his words unable to let her fear win in any way.Ā āI cannot thank your majesty enough for your benevolence and pray daily for your majestyās good health and fortune.ā Luzia averted her eyes for just a moment. She looked towards the ground before her eyes slowly focused on him again. Mistress.Ā āIāve grown quite fond of my new surroundings, your majesty, yet nothing compares to court.ā How different everything felt now ā so foreign, yet unchanged in its value and in her desire to be a part of it. A few men were whispering now, eagerly exchanging their thoughts while they talked. Nothing of real substance, Luzia thought, men playing their little games.Ā āIāve been fortunate enough to represent your majestyās realm in foreign kingdoms and develop a fondness for other cultures. Iāve been taught various dances and had a chance to converse with some of the most brilliant minds in and outside of your majestyās kingdom.ā Luziaās slightly lifted her head,Ā āI shall forever honor and cherish your generosity.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā she fed him with humility and fidelity, for which alfonso was uncertain if he was rendered appreciative or, perhaps, dissatisfied: craving that she should whirl into his purview as she had done before, causingāāno, forcingāāhim to desire her, to thirst for her as though christ in the desert. the reception had already exceeded its time constraints, such was apparent in the foul glower deepening the creases on his advisersā foreheads, and yet he conceded to having longed for her sharp wit in her absence, for which her present courteousness only provided a measly alternative; as, unlike his wife, luzia had seldom whet her tongue against him with malicious intent. from a youthful maiden, inducted into his court under the forbidding watch of her father and uncles, to the woman he entrusted with his utmost privacy, luzia was now something of a stranger, professing her loyalty in the years that separated them. her apparition before him brought him acutely to the past, unbidden as it seeped throughout his conscious.Ā
ā Ā you have enjoyed travels?Ā āĀ a blond brow flickered upon the kingās visage, voice deceptively airy. whilst gratified to put on display castilianās finest jewels, he was struck with the notion that another kingĀ should be taken with her, as he had once been when luzia was a novelty in court, content to drink in her repartee like a spanish wine, marveled atāāand usedāālike an andalusian mare. yet, no sooner than the thought sprung in his mind was it buried beneath a winterās blight; he inclined his chin, regarding her with shoulders squared anew. ā Ā you must tell me of them, though none shall compare to castile, i am certain. and of your children... i am told you have two, perhaps more now? i see clearly your role as mother, wife and diplomat becomes you, but, ā Ā his lips tilt slightly at the corner, risen with ease over an another wise stony demeanour, ā Ā you sons are welcomed at court, and the same invitation extends to yourself and your husband. i hope you will, at least, consider returning. ā Ā
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location & setting: umm
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā castileās relationship with the italian duchies and kingdoms was in a formative state, aided by diplomats and emissaries representing the two realms who led alfonso into a delicately developing pact with the de medici bank āāā they would fund his militaries, and the castilian crown would defend their sovereign legitimacy, should the neapolitan king attempt to invalidate the mediciās claim to autonomy. in theory, the italian concordat was simple enough to follow, its rules and regulations strictly mandated by the mediciās personnel: in practice, however, agreements inscribed by monks in illustrious manuscripts proved difficult to abide by when the ties of european nations became intercrossed, interlinked at every section, befuddled by individual agenda and close relations āā such as his own with the young king ferdinand. all this and more rolled like a stone in the back of the kingās mind, concerns turning and tossing until they became smooth and as glossy as sea-glass. alfonsoās ruminating was abetted by idleness as he awaited in the foyer of the sumptuous palais-cardinal, marking time as he anticipated anotherās arrival.Ā
ā Ā lord sforza.Ā āĀ alfonsoās voice was commanding when, at last, it rose to greet the hawk-eyed visage of cesare sforza.Ā he plaited his fingertips together and held them behind his spine, surprised to find the man before him thinner, and taller, than heād preempted.Ā Ā āĀ the saga of milanese regency has stretched far and wide, and even in toledo, we are fervid to hear more of your sister-in-lawās remarkable triumphs. though, i have also heard that these purported triumphs are not seen by all as remarkable... regardless, i pray you shall accept my hearty offering of castilian wine and bread. āĀ he gestures to a liveried attendant who presented the kingās offerings,Ā ā Ā in espaƱa we take earnestly our tapas. Ā āĀ

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location & setting: tower courtyard
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(Ā Ā tw: blood, execution.Ā Ā )
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā the french were keen to make a spectacle of everything āā including their executions. the courtyard reeked of ale and blood, dousing the straw that lay beneath a well-used scaffold. on it, the remains of a merchant thief sprawled limply, a head severed slovenly from its shoulders. alfonso did not flinch from the spray, the omens and the obscene revelries, nor did he avert his eyes from the gruesome moment the convictās eyes rolled into the back of his head, and his head into a muslin-lined basket; he soaked in the chants from the townsfolk and the musicianās melodies as their playing grew an octave, combatting the winterās sharp howls. fortunately, the sun had steeped past his pelts and linens, bathing the back of his head in a pleasurable heat; though it also brought with it a stench, whether of death or of drunken tomfoolery, that proved pervasive across the length and breadth of the courtyard square.
as king, heād commanded the executions of militaries thousands strong within his own famed tower-green, but rarely so sumptuously āā with a sword, not an axe, forged of fine steel, wielded by an executioner who sported velvet gloves on both hands, which, with open-palms, accepted lavish tokens of gratitude by those who observed and who chanted as he effortlessly clipped through anotherās throat, the body dragged by liveriedĀ yeomen. alfonsoās lip curled, a hand brought to his cheek to wipe away a speckle of ichor bubbled on his skin.Ā he turned to the grand duke beside him, arms crossed over his chest. Ā ā Ā nothing curbs oneās appetite so much as the spectacle of death. shall we, your grace, progress to the riverās side? unless, of course, you wish to continue observing king philipās noble sacrifices.Ā āĀ
location & setting: château de la tournelle, tennis court
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā wherever the empress was, there was marius dāanjou: nipping at her ankles, gnashing his teeth at her guests, yappingĀ insurgently. yet, the grand hall is silent as the king swings his racket forward and the thudding, springy pop of a tennis ball falling into mariusā gloved palm echos around the court āā making the score deliberately even. as courtiers tore their eyes from the game, returning to their fare and their chatter, it proved an opportune time for alfonso to snap his fingers and call the game to a halt; gesturing to the attendants waiting upon him to bestow the pair with refreshments and silken face-cloths.Ā ā Ā youāve a decent aim, my lord. Ā āĀ one might wonder where that aim went when his target was the throne?Ā with a genial cant of his head, the king concedes, reservedly: āĀ and your attendance is much appreciated, all things considered.Ā ā the weight of henrietta von eggenbergās death looms over alfonsoās words like a leaden cloud, extrapolated in the momentary glance he pins to marius.Ā
alfonso pressed the provided cloth to his face, dragged down his neck as chilly sweat dripped from his nape and into the white linen of his shift. he did not enjoy the princeās company so much as he knew it was necessary, and now, deprived of his lady, he prayed his interests and ambitions would be far more honed on the empressā behalf.Ā āĀ perhaps that is why she favours youāāthe empress.Ā āĀ the ghost of a smirk climbs upon his lips,Ā āĀ she enjoys sleight of hand tricks just as much as bold strokes and you, marius, are capable of both. are you not? ā
location & setting: château de la tournelle
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā the shelves of the masterās study within the chĆ¢teau de la tournelle proved begrimed with soot, littered with friable texts, folios and ancient translations, unfit to rest a bauble or a hand, let alone manuscripts of exceptional importance to the king of castile. the eveningās honoring and celebrations had not yet ended āā rarely, if ever, did the french draw to a close their intense pageantry before dawn āā and yet the matter of the austrian princessā conjugal eligibility had occupied the kingās activities since twilight had settled over the chĆ¢teau. rumours, like the wind, blew this way, bent that way ; he confirmed in his correspondence with the empressā that no such mention of an impending betrothal for her daughters had been made, and yet his advisers urged him to revisit the matter, to awaken sleeping dogs, for the present summit offered an unprecedented opportunity to forge alliances where, previously, relations lay barren or frayed.Ā
alfonso was behooved to strike whilst the iron was hot āāā and whilst the balance of european power was at its most malleable. yet, the groan of floorboards draws him, with its brass hook in his subconscious, from his perusal. there is a rasp at the door, and in his usual clipped baritone, the king utters:Ā ā Ā enter. Ā āĀ
choking the display of surprise that smoulders upon his features when imelda, his sister-in-law, enters, alfonso quirks a brow upward āā rising from behind his desk to regard her.Ā āĀ lady biscay. āĀ Ā perhaps he should address her as princess, or even sister,Ā yet within her gaze of untroubled obsidian he finds little kinship: he respects imelda, even tolerates her, but would not deign to play the role of comforting in-law.Ā āĀ Ā i pray the festivities have not proven bothersome to your grace? or, perhaps, it is my brother that causes you to seek respite.Ā āĀ
castilianroseā:
āThe kingās not alone, Marquise Las Salinas. Itās best, ifāā Luzia twirled around in front of a mirror, further examined her burgundy gown and her hair and jewelry just to check if everything looked adequate enough for the king. āIf I attend instead of my husband, I agree,ā she turned around to look at one of Alfonsoās men before replying with a web of lies that would, hopefully, allow her closer to the king, āheās been feeling unwell as of late, mostly bedridden and in pain due to a high fever and gout keeping him awake at night. I shall represent my husband to the best of my abilities.ā The Marchioness felt her heart pounding strongly against her rib cage. Her heart had always been the strongest muscle of hers, but today it seemed to work harder than ever before. She remembered her fatherās warning words to not see the king without him or her husband, to not deceive or approach the king as this might anger him. Wasnāt any emotion worth seeing from the king? A genuine emotion, that sheād created through her actions? Good or bad, she longed to evoke something inside of him, to remind the man she once gave herself to about her existence, about their sonās existence. Besides, she had nothing more to lose. With innocence and naivete lost Luzia went straight towards the chamber she knew heād be in, carefully plotting out the various possible outcomes and answers she could give to the king. Too much had changed and she wondered if theyād meet anew, changed by time, motherhood and separation.
Luzia brushed her hands over her gown before the door swung open, revealing the king in his grandeur, surrounded by influential men of all sorts, surrounded by glory and pairs of eyes analyzing and judging her. Her eyes, however, didnāt wander around to check for possible allies or enemies. The king, as per usual, left no room for other people to be seen and she frankly didnāt want to stare into the eyes of the men who had no interest in a naive, young woman. āYour Majesty,ā Luzia curtsied, even slightly bowing her head to hide a short-lived smile. Once his question echoed through the chamber, Luzia felt comfortable enough to finally look at him again. āYour Majesty I beg you to excuse my unintentional deceit. The Marquess of Las Salinas feels unwell. With your Majestyās position I shall represent my husband for the day.ā The last bit caught her by surprise, but her facial expression didnāt change. āHeās eager to meet His Majesty, as am I, of course.ā Her words left no room for interpretation. Her son, everything she had next to her old husband and titles ā titles sheād rather abandon for something bigger. Alas, she was too late now.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā filed to a sharp edge by maturity or mayhap marriage, luzia de las salinas appeared the same, and yet, at once, markedly different. she had been inducted into a virtually universal institution of young mothers, and had squandered the rosy glow, the childish plumpness to her cheeks, in exchange for her slanted smirk, eyes that seemed to plunge like talons into his flesh. the maiden whoād flushed in response to the caress of his fingertips against her throat, whoād batted sooty lashes and spun tall tales to maintain his affections had vanished, and there was now an impression of angles everywhere; in the crest of her cupidās bow, along the edge of her jawline, across the whetted blade of her shoulders squared most assuredly. composed of horizontal lines and neat vertexes,Ā she was now a mathematicianās perfect fantasy,Ā as she had once been his ideal escape āā robed in opulent silks and jewels that glinted like quicksilver in fire.Ā Ā she fell as languidly as the evening sun, drenched in rich scarlets and hues of blood-orange, into a bow before him.Ā alfonso caressed his mouth, pads of his fingertips brushing against the blond bristles above his top-lip,Ā concealing a wry tug of his cheek.
he noted the flitter of her eyes,Ā motioning to the advisers and delegates enclosing his throne,Ā akin to vultures around a carcass.Ā try as they might to instill fear into the hearts of his subjects,Ā alfonso too noticed that luzia had not flinched,Ā not shied from the heat of their consolidated leers.Ā perhaps he could tempt her to blush with a gaze of his own āāāāĀ ?Ā Ā ā Ā say i forgive you,Ā that i choose to overlook yourĀ ādeceit.āĀ āĀ his mouth tilts askew;Ā he is,Ā after all, no mathematician.Ā Ā āĀ perhaps you might reward my clemency with someĀ well-deserved catching up.Ā it has been a long time since youāve been to court,Ā no?Ā tell me,Ā are the far reaches of my kingdom not beauteous to behold?Ā the seat of your husbandās estate,Ā as i recall,Ā is one of our many coastal jewels;Ā fitting that you should now be its mistress.Ā ā
THE COMPLETE BIOGRAPHY OF ALFONSO I.Ā

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location.Ā Ā palais-cardinalĀ date.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā february 1459 . status.Ā Ā Ā open to all .Ā
š full goblet & a witty tongue was all the lady of santorini needed to keep the dining table entertained . on the journey to paris , the barozzi made it a goal to dine with at least one stranger . she had met plenty , had danced with some - even engaged in talks of trade & fortune . tonight was one of those nights & the palais-cardinal wouldnāt see a candle blown out until the wee-hours of the early morning . the task of finding new trade alliances was no easy feat for the seasoned negotiator . not impossible , but definitely not easy .Ā
the conversation she was holding with an older duke , although was producing subtle laughter , was becoming quite droll . so in lucia fashion , she locked her venom green eyes onto another - perhaps more interesting guest . pale digits wrap around the handle of a golden spoon ; scooping a generous amount of pottage stew - her eyes locked on the other seated before her .Ā
āĀ tis a wonderful spell tonight , isāt not ?Ā āĀ Ā
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā the grandiose banquet spread before the king and the assembled guests reminded him of the ever transforming nature of the world; this was an age of both persuasion and pacification. divorcing brute-force from politics and superseding it with gentle coaxes of business and wine both heightened and lightened it āāāāā resulting in mutual merriment on all sides. by breaking bread with foreign rulers, rather than unleashing warfare, cooperation became not only viable, but imminent. such was witnessed in castileās vastly different relationship with the italian duchies than in epochs past, and soon, he hoped, with the woman who sat across from him, beckoning alfonso with both her voice and the ferocity of the gaze she nailed upon him. alfonso lifted a goblet in response to her words, aired with a diplomatic mirth that was felt keenly by the guests seated around the table.Ā
ā wonderful indeed, your grace, and yet i wonder, who has casted such a spell? there is either witchcraft in their veins, or laced in this wine, as never before have i seen so many rejoicing spaniards āāā not a one claiming heresy.Ā ā