With: @rosaliadebarcelos
It had been days since they had come to him in the stables. Only after inquiring about the Duke of Barcelos had Ferdinand learned that they hailed from Portugal. He had briefly wondered if he should approach, as he had promised, despite now knowing their Holy Roman Empire loyalty. He did not, of course, wonder it of himself for he hoped for peace and would not think twice of fraternizing with the Barcelos. He did consider the repercussions this knowledge would bring from his father learning about it, but when had that ever stopped him? Ferdinand wondered at their thinking. Surely they had by now realized he was not only German but one who was very closely tied to the German King.
Still, he had decided to call upon them and leave the choice of associating or not to them. He had come upon this decision out of his usual petulance for rebellion. However, now that he had gone through quite the embarrassing outburst he wondered why he was now calling on a Barcelos at King Diebold’s castle. It certainly did not feel like it was for the same reason as before.
However, before he could arrive at an answer he was led into a room where he faced not the stern and frankly intimidating man, but his pretty daughter. “Forgive me Lady Barcelos if I did not come at an earlier time. I was unsure, given recent events, if I should at all.”
