closed starter for sofia leon. ( @ofeuphemisms )
spaniards. pedro didn't like them that much, even though they were the only neighbours of portugal --- perhaps, that was why the infante didn't like them. the story of the two countries was intertwined since the times of the late roman empire, and pedro always feared for a spanish invasion since he was a child. it would make sense, wouldn't it ? portugal was small and had a smaller population if compared to spain, and the two royal families were like cousins --- of course, before his father stepped in the throne. the braganzas didn't have a single drop of spanish blood within their veins, and pedro often worried about that. what if his parents wanted to marry him with one of spanish princess, to make a new alliance between the two neighbors ? he was aware that the late king, his father's cousin, was close to the leons. another thing that would make sense, but pedro wasn't prepared to marry. not yet, at least.
and speaking --- more like thinking --- of the devil, his eyes spotted an almost familiar figure: the crown princess of spain, sofia. it was funny how both of them shared the same title, but the spanish woman seemed to fit it with gracefulness, something that pedro felt he lacked of. he didn't want to socialize with people of the neighbors kingdom, but the festivity was rather dull to his opinion. perhaps it was homesickness, but he was now sure that the french lacked something that the portuguese people had. maybe it was the food --- what pedro wouldn't give to eat a bit of cod. he smiled politely at the infanta. maybe god was punishing him for thinking of her and her family as enemies. " su alteza. " pedro greeted her in her mother tongue, a smirk on his lips. " i hope you and your family are enjoying the stay in french soil. " the infante hoped his father would be proud of seeing him speaking so politely. " how are you finding this festivity ? i think it lacks something, if i am being honest. "
