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CAITLIN STASEY, 26, CATERINA D’ANJOU. ❝ ⤚⟶ EUROPE, 1458. thanks is given by the FORMER PRINCESS OF FRANCE, CATERINA D’ANJOU NEE DE’ MEDICI, from ITALY. they are at best CAPTIVATING, and at their worst INDULGENT. whilst aroad, their ambition is to ANNUL HER MARRIAGE AND PROVE HER DIPLOMATIC WORTH. SHE seems to remind everyone of CAITLYN STASEY & BUBBLY CHAMPAGNE IN GOLD GLASSES, A FORGOTTEN WHITE GLOVE STARK AGAINST THE MUD, A GAMBLER’S QUICK SHUFFLE OF THE CARDS. ❞ penned by NEHA; EST, SHE/HER, 21. 

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Caterina cuts quite a tragic figure in the eyes of much of Europe — the unwanted wife left behind when a traitor fled, and much of the past couple of years have been spent fearing for her life, either from assassins from the French court, or from the Holy Roman Empire that her husband now resides in. This is precisely why she chose her home country of Italy to reside in, where she could be more protected. Of course, Florence was too obvious so she chose Milan, and eventually settled into life there, almost forgetting about her previous one.

But being a princess is not something one can easily escape, and Caterina is haunted by her previous life, though she tries hard to forget it. See, Caterina, to the shock of her whole family, had liked the court of France. Had she been an outsider? Of course, but in due time she had learned the politics of the court and adapted to it like a fish in water. She was a Medici after all, and a gift the whole family shared was their cunning nature that allowed them to weave their way into the closest of societies. 

But all that hard work Caterina had put in with her silver tongue to get into the good wishes of the French court had fallen to dust, and all that is left now is shame, anger, and the tucked away desire to be part of the beautiful court again, a dream that will never happen. There is also the slight problem of her lover, and the illegitimate child she bore. Again, she finds herself attached to a man that wanted power and didn’t get it — warning signs of a similar pattern are starting to ring in her head. The most pressing issue at the time is her annulment, something she wishes for with every cell in her body.

There might have been a time where she’d willed herself to try and like, maybe even love, Prince Marius, and it’s painful now to think about how young and naive she’d been. As a girl, she’d been surrounded by the shining, intelligent people of her family, always striving and conniving for the common goal of being the premier family in Florence. She’d brought that same energy to France, ready, willing, and able to help her husband, her new family secure and keep power. In France though, things were much different and it was fairly evident early on that she was just a shiny new plaything. To this day, she struggles against the yoke of that label, a little too ambitious for France and a little too placated for Florence.

Now, she’s in the middle of a battle for herself, torn between two countries, neither which can fully accept her. To France, she’s a foreigner at best, a possible traitor to the crown at worst (though thanks to her previous maneuvering at court, she can count King Phillip among her side). To Florence, she’s a broken bird who has been away for too long, and forgotten how to be a true Medici. The truth is somewhere tangled up in it all, a woman who has been through hell but is trying to stumble back into good standing. Who knows if anyone in Europe could ever trust a traitor’s wife though.