#buonoroberto

[bashimur-salim]

Closed starter for @buonoroberto​

Bashimur was a little nervous about about his trip to Florence, Italy. Bashimur had heard many things about the king and there was something about the stories that made him more curious about him. It made Bashimur all the more want to impress him with his cooking. He knew that the meeting was going to be mostly politics, but he prayed for a moment for the king to recognize him and even enjoy his prepared meal. He decided to make a familiar dish, Biryani , something his mother would make when they had company. He worked around the kitchen, peaking over the shoulders of the other cooks. Him trying his best to direct him the best he could with his elementary level of Italian. He was trying the chicken, relieved that it was coming out the way it intended. It wasn’t long before he felt the entire room go still. The workers all stopping in their tracks, causing Bashimur to finally look up. The king himself entered the kitchen. Bashimur sucked in so much air he almost choked. His eyes immediately glancing down to the ground trying not to stare. So elated to be in the same room with the King he had heard so many things about. 

[morethanatitle]

❝ The husbands of very beautiful women belong to the criminal classes. ❞ (you can choose a character :))

“I would have to take your word on that, sir. I am not sure I have much experience in such matters. What makes you say that?”

[brygidaxbandura]

crescendo.

@buonoroberto

Anger was not an overly familiar emotion for her, though it had started to settle and meld to her skin like an uncomfortable cloak, its fit just every so slightly off. 

Her fingers slipped from the proper harpsichord key, an errant note resounding. 

In attempt to curb her drinking, Brygida’s mother had taken to an extreme measure of forbidding her access to her horse lest she “break her neck” whilst riding. Somewhere in the conversation the words drunkard and shameful had been thrown at her. 

A second note displaced itself.

The aggressive playing of Scarlatti continued as the Polack princess felt her cheeks color pink, frustrated with the instrument before her. When the third sour note sang, her fingers left the keys completely, only to return all together in a loud, discordant SLAM that sent each cord clanging into the air, out of place. 

[lvcrczia]

closed starter for @buonoroberto​

as queen, lucrezia was also the highest ranking commander in the italian army, which was incredibly ironic since she was only ever educated in foreign languages and needlepoint. but she had to stake her claim at seniority; any sign of weakness would turn her council against her. in the onslaught of war she had only ever seen herself as a trusted adviser to her brother in matters of diplomacy — here she was, leading the whole circus.

she and her advisors rode from rome, heading inwards to the continent. though they had assumed she would ride in a carriage, she insisted that she ride on horseback, just like them. they were just past the border of savoy and france when her entourage was taken by surprise by a troupe of italian bandits. she was hardly skilled with a sword, but managed to defend herself alongside the members of her council to badly injure one of the bandits as well as one of her members of the council.

taking both of them, they rode towards a camp. she told the nearest soldier polishing his sword, “je suis la reine de l'italie. un de mes hommes et un homme qui a tenté de m'attaquer sont gravement blessés. emmenez-moi immédiatement chez un médecin.” he led them to a tent, where a nurse in a muddy cap was sat in the corner. no doctor seemed to be around.

“nurse,” she implored, “please come check up on these men.”

[webslaced]

@buonoroberto​

she sat dumbstruck as roberto’s old advisor sat across from her. she was to marry his son? and a dowry? she kept blinking at the papers, she was a simple women and this was far from that. long ago at the beginning of it all she had wished to marry the king, and it seemed god had granted that wish just a generation too late. she had never wanted to be a queen just a wife, she had told roberto time and time again if he wished to marry her, she just wanted to be his wife and not crowned queen. she was sure now, if his son actually did carry these wishes she would in fact be a queen.

and then it all made sense to her as to why robbie had asked her if she wished to go away and live in the house in the countryside, and why he had been so cruel to her. she got up and thanked the advisor for his honesty and kindness to her through this all. she knew she would be walked all over if she would become queen. 

she didn’t know what to do with this information, who could she turn to? how would her children react to this? they would still be bastards but if the lord gifted robbie and her with a child or children they would be legitimate while they always would have the whispers traveling behind them. roberto must have been insane or at the end of his life when he wrote this will.

she didn’t want to go to the king right away. and with that she kept it herself for days after knowing the information, she didn’t seek out the king and neither did he with her. but finally even with the size of the court they crossed paths. rosalie came out to the gardens to allow the nanny to take a break when she found the king walking through the gravel paths. “majesty,” rosalie greeted, bending her leg as her children did all greeting the king with their own majesty. 

[buonoroberto]

@buonoroberto​ “Well, because, My Lady, how did they get to marry them?” Robbie chuckled.  

@morethanatitle​ “They fall in love? Or it is some sort of arranged marriage?”

‘It was more of a rhetorical question but yes, arranged marriages are the usual go. Unless you are a die-hard romantic which is an unfortunate thing to be. Better be a realist in this world and count your lucks, don`t you think?’ 

[ambassador-emilie]

@buonoroberto​

It had been many years since Emilie had stepped upon Italian shores. She had forgotten the way that the country warmed from the very heat of the sun. The beauty of their landscape. It was favourable that the Italian King had joined the Norwegian forces. War would have transformed the beauty of the country with a fell swoop. 

The castle was filled with a mixture of Norwegian and Italian forces. Emilie made her way into the war room. There was much to plan .The combination of two armies was a task, one that required meetings with generals and the Italian King. This she thought would happen eventually, but seeing the gentleman at the large table with the map spread across it surprised her. She curtsied, tilting her head slightly. “Your Grace. It has been many years since I have seen you. It brought me much pleasure to hear of our alliance.”

[evanderofscots]

Commiseration || Evander & Roberto

IT WAS NOT uncommon for Evander to be found in the scotch room all hours of the night, staying long past when most of the other men had returned to their wives and the festivity had died down, and tonight was no different. if anything it was worse for the fact that he’d been very publicly defeated by a girl today, and many of the men hadn’t been able to shut up about it. He’d been glad when several of his peers had departed, leaving a quieter environment. Evander took another swig of ale as he surveyed the remaining men in the room, his eyes landing on one nearby who was as good as any. He sauntered over and made himself comfortable in the seat across from him, “ Would you care for another round of cards, lad? ” He asked cordially, “ And another round of whiskey, ” He stated, waving for it to be brought by the servants who were certainly more than ready for the men to head to bed themselves, but Evander did not care.

@buonoroberto​

[sorcllina]

@buonoroberto​

Finally Catarina was arrived in Sardinia. It hadn’t been all that long of a journey from the Spanish castle to Sardinia compared to some others she had taken, but considering that she had been itching for weeks to get back to hub of action with the many royals perusing the halls of the seaside castle— it had seemed tortuously lengthy. But now her studies were complete, and she could join the rest of the royals. For the entire trip over, she’d been rehearsing her greeting to her father, wanting to say it in Spanish to prove that her time studying in the other country had not been wasted. 

She had been an apt learner, eager to master the new language as it would no doubt assist her in her endeavors of being able to communicate properly with most anyone. This was a benefit for two reason. The first was that it would no doubt be helpful when it came to reaching diplomatic decisions with Spain or its inhabitants, and the second was much more innocent. She’d be able to make friends among them. Now as she approached her father, she could feel the uncertainty pooling in her stomach, never sure whether he would have time for her or not. But she’d just arrived back. Certainly he should have a moment to spare to at least say hello, right? Catarina hoped as much as she greeted him with a bright smile and her Spanish words. “Good morning, father. The roads and seas were clear entire way here, so we arrived a few days early.” Her hello was accompanied with the usual and customary kiss on either side of his cheeks and a hand on his arm. As she pulled away, she searched her father’s expression for any telling movements, wondering how he might also be taking the announcement of her betrothal. 

[glasspalaceshq]

Lorenzo is to be found here! Sorry for sending this in late!

[lvcrczia]

a letter from her majesty, queen lucrezia vittoria of italy addressed to @buonoroberto​

my dearest robbie,

i hope that this letter finds you in good health. i cannot even pretend to know exactly of your whereabouts, but if you receive this letter ( i pray to god that you do ) then my men have found you.

well, not my men exactly. after we last met i set off to travel across the continent, rounding back towards rome but with one stop left. naples. yes, naples — the rumored headquarters of the resistance, and a fabled enemy of our family, the orsinis. despite that knowledge, i ( and my council of course ) thought it would be in my best interest to pay a visit to the duke, lorenzo orsini.

i had every intention to only stay for a drink and a conversation and make my way back to rome before negotiations in venice, yet i am writing this letter to you from my very own quarters in his palazzo.

i cannot exactly describe what happened in our conversation as i can’t believe some parts of it myself. we quickly learned that we shared the same aspirations for italy. ultimately, it might mean that i give away some of my power as queen. but we both believe that it will create a stronger country. no norwegian could ever promise us that.

when was first crowned, i meant to slowly and surely nudge the norwegians away. but lorenzo has inspired me. we must take swift action against them. they have already infiltrated our borders. if i neglect the situation any longer, i would surely lose the country. 

i know that, the last time we spoke, i insisted i didn’t need anyone by my side. i think, with ronaldo’s death fresh in my mind, i couldn’t bear the thought of having anyone there just to quell the loneliness. but lorenzo has renewed that spirit that i had believed died long ago. i know i’ve only met him, and that this marriage is partly political, but robbie, i think i could love him.

i feel so silly to admit that. i’m a woman — a queen — and here i am, talking like a child.

i know i pledged not to write to you for the sake of keeping your identity safe, but i wanted to tell you before you heard it from someone else. i am going to marry lorenzo, and i will move my household to naples. father had florence, you had rome, and i will have naples.

i dearly wish you could be at my wedding, i would wish for nothing more. i must go, for lorenzo is going to give me a tour of the city soon. i send you all of my love, and i pray for your wellbeing every moment i’m awake.

yours with love,

lucrezia

[lvcrczia]

closed starter for @buonoroberto​

though it struck her as reckless to travel separately from her children, lucrezia was thankful that she had listened to the advice of others — just this one time. her unaccompanied travels gave her silence, which was something she hadn’t had in a long time. ever, if anything. she rested her feet upon the seat across from her, leaning in the most unladylike manner among the cushions. she would cry in this rare moment of privacy, but she’d exhausted her tear ducts at the funeral and the endless feasts.

of course, there was the option to stay in rome. to run the home and act as a face of the bank. but it was never her home nor her bank to begin with. the mother that survived her son had run the palazzo before her, and her brother-in-law was a more trusted leader than her. lucrezia had no place there without her husband. it broke her heart to leave rome behind, but there was nothing left for her there except to accept condolences. if anything, this was more for her children rather than for her. her eldest daughter, contessina, was nowhere near fourteen, and she’d already had eager suitors knocking on her door. she turned them away, for the sake of preserving the idea in her mind that her daughters were solely hers. but it pained her to feign naiveté.

they had traveled ahead of her, as lucrezia took care of packing up the household to move. coming back to florence, she felt like a dog returning home with its tail between its legs. but she’d done her duty. of course, she didn’t provide a son to ronaldo, but he had a younger brother whose wife was young and pregnant. for italy, she’d bore brides — peace treaties in petticoats. all things considered, it was a job well done.

her head rested against the cushion, deciding to watch the scenery as she passed by. fields of golden wheat against blue sky, workers that only paused to see the woman in black creep by. soon sky turned to stone as the city walls of florence grew near. she peered out to the city that she’d grown up in; it had barely changed. as the carriage approached the royal palazzo, she sat up and adjusted her skirts. she smiled as she saw the sole figure waiting for her.

“your majesty,” she grinned, taking the hand of her attendant as she stepped out. “i hope you were not waiting forever for me. for it would be my greatest displeasure to put the kingdom’s issues on hold for you to stand — unguarded, may i add — and wait for me.”

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@buonoroberto

[glasspalaceshq]

Writer Alias: M

Character Name & Position: Roberto Vittoria, King of Italy

Connection Type: younger siblings {3 brothers and 2 sisters}

More Info: Robbie is the oldest in the family. Growing up apart, he felt lonely and rejected by his family. His parents had countless affairs and glorious ambitions for their son but Robbie was the one that was never supposed to be the king. That position would be more likely fitted to his younger sister or younger brother.

His younger brother {36} is more fit to be king. He is a skilled soldier, diplomat and is better with people but he is also jealous of his brother`s position which he thinks should rightfully be his.

His younger brother is the proper wild things. Philippe d` Orleans would have been proud and the youngest brother is sort of an artsy, misunderstood thing.

His youngest sister is sort of a baby of the family that is trying to fly away but Robbie is planning to use her as a pawn.

Suggested Fcs: for his favourite sister, I`d suggest someone charismatic like Jessica Brown-Findlay, Annabel Scholey, Michelle Dockery. For the youngest sister someone very sweet and innocent looking like Elle Fanning, Freya Allan or Freya Mavor. For his brothers: the strong leader would fit Henry Cavill, Matteo Martari, Sabin Tambrea, Diego Luna or Tom Hiddleston and for his younger brothers someone rebellious like Luke Pasqualino, Alex Vlahos, George Blagden, Colin Morgan, Ben Whishaw or Bradley James.

Contact: @buonoroberto

Important update about the Italian royal family

[morethanatitle]

“They fall in love? Or it is some sort of arranged marriage?”

❝ The husbands of very beautiful women belong to the criminal classes. ❞ (you can choose a character :))

“I would have to take your word on that, sir. I am not sure I have much experience in such matters. What makes you say that?”