#c: regnum

[llyfrenfys]

PLEASE TELL US ABOUT Y DDRAIG TRAWS!

Certainly! I'm more than happy to oblige.

First though I'm gonna need to tldr: the history of Y Ddraig Goch before we get onto the (accidentally) canonically trans part.

A brief history of Y Ddraig Goch:

(The modern Welsh flag)

Y Ddraig Goch first appears in the tales of the Mabinogi (Charlotte Guest version) in the tale of Lludd and Llefelys where it is fighting a white dragon. The fight is also described/expanded upon in the c. 829 AD text Historia Brittonum (attributed to Nennius) - where the red dragon represents Wales and the white dragon represents the Anglo-Saxons. In the story the red dragon triumphs over the white. Of course, Geoffrey of Monmouth also covers the story c. 1136 in Historia Regnum Brittaniae in which he introduces the concept of the red dragon heralding the arrival of King Arthur.

Geoffrey of Monmouth claims Arthur used a banner featuring a golden dragon. But we also know the accuracy of Monmouth can be questionable at times. Owain Glyndŵr did use a banner with a golden dragon called Y Ddraig Aur - raised in 1401 at Caernarfon - Glyndŵr chose this banner as a nod to the supposed banner of Arthur and his father.

Later on the Tudor monarchs (being a Welsh family) adopted a red dragon on a white and green background in their heraldry. Eventually Y Ddraig Goch on a white and green background became the official badge of Wales in 1800. The design became the official flag of Wales in 1959.

Y Ddraig Traws:

Now for the thing you're all here for -

So, as outlined, the history of the dragon as a national symbol of Wales goes back a long way. If we're just talking post-1959, there's some interesting implications for Y Ddraig Goch's depiction.

This is what the Welsh flag (and Y Ddraig Goch) looked like in 1959 when it was officially adopted as the flag of Wales. It looks broadly the same as the first flag and has some common features - such as not having a penis (or, as in the correct heraldic terminology - a pizzle). Meanwhile, in the arms of the Tudors (specifically Henry VII)

(Tudor dragon with pizzle) vs (dragon on the flag of Cardiff - pizzleless)

the penis is almost always included. So much to the point that the present royal family still includes the penis. While pretty much 0 depictions of the dragon in Wales include a penis. So you could interpret this as the dragon is seen as male only by the British royal family and as female everywhere else (which kinda implies that at some point the Tudor dragon had an mtf transition in Wales and she keeps getting misgendered by the royal family every time she is depicted in (mostly) England).

So much to the point that in 1995 this pound coin was made by the Royal Mint featuring the pizzle on the dragon with all four feet touching the ground as opposed to standing up (passant rather than rampant).

But in Wales you'd be hard pressed to see a pizzled dragon anywhere. Ergo, we can only conclude Y Ddraig Goch is trans and she transitioned in Wales and keeps getting misgendered in England.

[note: This is mostly tongue in cheek - but I do think it's fun to extrapolate that the Welsh dragon is trans because of the differences in depiction between Wales and England. Like many things Welsh, it is misrepresented by England and the idea of the Welsh dragon being misgendered only in England is, I think, a good metaphor for a whole lot of English treatment of Wales.]

Unrelatedly, there is a gay Welsh flag held at the National Museum of Wales which has a very wonky dragon which I find very endearing.

(cleaned up version I made)

So much so I made it an emoji in my Welsh bilingual LGBTQIA+ Discord (requirements for joining are - be 16+, either speak or are learning Welsh and identify as LGBTQIA+ in some way. Dm for link!).

(triaist ti 'you tried' emoji)

~ Completely unrelatedly ~ never forget the time someone was trying to homophobic to me by suggesting that I was disrespecting all the soldiers who died 'for the Welsh flag' by making it rainbow colours and not red - arguing that any change of colour of the dragon was disrespectful. Reader, my bus pass at the time for Mid Wales Travel had a purple dragon on it.

[iamverynormalaboutsge]

Wake up fellow cult followers of the SGE cult it's time for conspiracy/symbolism irony because we need to bully the SGE villains to heal the mental breakdowns and meltdowns they gave us while we read the SGE series

What do you mean it's Aric? A-R-I-C spelled as Eric???

Nah dog it's Arici spelled as Arici

Tf you mean that this. With this

Were the sole reason the last 3 books of the SGE series were a mess?

Japeth what were you even thinking brother, you aren't even the same regnum. You're a serpentine he's a mammal get over it.

Also I forgot that the master mind behind all of this was this:

And the one that could have prevented all of this from happening died and brother was literally a freaking

Oh and all of it was helped and continued via three of these

And we also got a puppet because of course we need puppets.

And it's this

And this

I can't even- HOW DOES THIS WORK?!?!?

Rhian: *laughs because fairy safer bestie told him that he will have to marry a wicked girl*

Agatha, Sophie and Tedros too would have laughed if you told them that two puppets, three sticks, two birds, a hedgehog and a snake would be the whole reason they have severe headaches in the future. WITHOUT MENTIONING THE ACOLYTES LIKE-

Kei? Sounds like Chei, which is:

I can't stress this enough what is this-

So

This is hilarious given that Kei trapped Tedros in a cell via some keys so like-

Oh my, good lord

Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey

[paganimagevault]

The Battle of Bánhida by Feszty Árpád 19th-20th C. CE

"Whatever may have happened in 901, Hungarians definitely returned to Italy in 904 as allies and auxiliaries of Berengar. Earlier in this year, Louis of Provence had entered Lombardy once again, had taken Pavia, and was in the process of occupying Verona when swarms of Hungarians attacked the territory under his control. As those forces wasted the upper Po, Berengar retook Verona and captured his rival, whom he blinded. The hapless Louis was then allowed to return with his men to Provence. Even in this miserable state, we are told, his forces were harassed by Magyars until he disappeared on the other side of the Alps never to return to the peninsula again. As for Louis's supporters in Lombard cities, many of which were unfortified and, therefore, extremely vulnerable to steppe nomads, Berengar allowed his Hungarian allies to loot them without mercy.

According to Magyar traditions, it was in 904 or 905 when Arpad, who was now emerging as the sole leader of the Hungarian confederation, arranged for his son Zolta to marry a Moravian princess. If this was indeed the case, then it was at this time that the 'old' Moravian regnum, the megale Moravia of Constantine Porphyrogenitus, came under Hungarian rule. For some time there had been certain elements among the Moravians who wanted to throw their lot with the Magyars rather than with the Bavarians. Evidence of this is found in a letter that Theotmar of Salzburg (Dietmar I, also Theotmar I, was archbishop of Salzburg from 874 to 907. He died fighting against the Hungarians at Brezalauspurc on July 4, 907.) and the other Bavarian bishops sent to Rome around 900. This epistle complains that Moravians were relapsing into heathen practices, shaving their heads in the Hungarian fashion, and conspiring with the Pagans, 'so that in all of Pannonia, our largest province, almost no church is to be seen.'"

-Charles R. Bowlus. Franks, Moravians, and Magyars: The struggle for the Middle Danube

...

I couldn't find more details about what this "Hungarian fashion" haircut was since I couldn't find a full account of Theotmar's letter. However, Mark of Kalt in the 14th century gives more possible details in his description of the Vata Pagan Uprising:

"...Vata was the name of who first offered himself to the devil, shaved off his head, and left three pigtails according to the Pagan custom..."

— Márk Kálti: Illuminated Chronicle

[orangemoonxworks]

COR REGNUM // DIVERGE, VOL. 0 MARCH OF THE FOOLS, PART I — X WRITTEN BY: Naude Lucem -------------------------------------------------

There was a long and narrow alley behind the Seventh District Infirmary with a tall chain fence on the opposite side, and a canal that stretched out to the ocean nearby. It was also connected to the city’s underground waterways. Blaine, who was lazily leaning against the Infirmary’s back wall, watched as a few seagulls flew over. Blaine briefly closed his eyes and relaxed his breath, listening to the swishing water from the canal, and the subtle rumblings of the district. Unfortunately, that brief bit of peace was cut short. Ava pushed open the double doors nearby then stepped outside. She looked to the side, spotting Blaine who didn’t bother to look back, keeping his gaze on the sky instead.

“Ah, so you’ve finally come to check up on me.” Blaine said sarcastically with a smirk. “You don’t know how happy that makes me.”

Ava stood beside him, taking off her fox mask and breathing in relief as the wind brushed her sweaty face. “You’re as chipper as ever. And here I was hoping you’d broken a leg or something.”

“Whaaaaat? That’s a harsh thing to say to someone – especially when that someone is your one and only friend.”

“That you consider yourself my only friend says more about you than me.” Ava shot back.

“It does? That’s interesting considering that out of everyone in this realm I’m the only one who actually knows you.” Blaine turned his neck then gazed into her eyes. He softly tapped her left shoulder. “And I’m the only one who knows how to push your buttons.”

Ava’s shoulders twitched and, although she didn’t directly return his gaze, her narrowed eyes and annoyed half-smile said enough. “Oh, really? Please tell me what these imaginary buttons are.”

Blaine’s smirk readily transformed into a sly and mischievous grin. He wasted no time and went straight for the jugular. “For one, you don’t have any other friends. The other Grandmasters are too tight-assed and stubborn to foster real relationships with anyone. Your Guardians love, fear, and respect you too much to even entertain the thought of getting close to you, which is understandable. And then, of course, being a person of your status, you can’t afford to let yourself relax lest you risk that mask you’ve carefully crafted over the years slipping off.”

He continued, his words digging deeper. “And then there’s the fact that you spend most of your time secluded in that dark and gloomy chamber with hardly any human contact. It’s gotten to a point where even I’m starting to worry. Not to mention, you’re always grumpy as hell and quick to snap. It’s such a shame. I really miss the days when you were –”

Ava’s clenched fist slammed onto the top of his head, knocking his hat to the side.

Unbothered by the sudden strike and her angry death stare, he fixed it then smirked and chuckled. “Pushed a button, didn’t I?”

“Oh, shut up!” Ava raised her voice then jammed a finger into his cheek. “You don’t know what you’re talking about! I’ll let you know that despite how busy I am, I’m not some sad and reclusive loner! In fact, contrary to what you think you know, I have plenty of –”

“Plenty of what?” Blaine grinned, moving closer to her face while cupping his right cheek. “Go on. Tell me. I’m giddy with anticipation.”

Ava clenched her teeth and balled her fists, but the burning will to hit him upside the head again quickly went away. He spoke the unfortunate truth. She couldn’t even strike back.

Sighing in total defeat, Ava turned away then folded her arms. “Never mind. Jerk.”

Blaine let out a small laugh. “You asked for it.”

“Anyway,” Ava said, rolling her eyes. “I read your report.”

“Hmph. Changing the subject so soon, are we? And here I was having fun.”

Ava’s right hand twitched and nearly on instinct almost summoned her keyblade. Luckily, she managed to restrain herself choosing to ball her fists so tightly her veins bulged and replied, “If you’d like, I can make it so that your leg is actually broken.”

“Ah, there’s the Ava I’m familiar with.” Blaine teased for the last time then moved on. “Without those students and my apprentices taking that damned thing out, we probably would’ve had another catastrophe on our hands.”

“This scourge was significantly smaller than the one in the Second District, thankfully. As much as I despise Aced, he does have a point. The fact that your apprentices were able to deal with that Shadow Titan, and that the scourge seemed to be peculiarly fixed on a certain area within the campus grounds is odd in and of itself.”

“Agreed. Most of the areas outside the academy were hardly affected. A few straggling shadows and minor damages here and there, but that was it. The darkness wasn’t as strong this time.”

“It was strong enough to corrupt a few people’s aether. Some more than others.” Ava said, thinking of Amica and remembering the dark blotches that plagued her skin.

“That’s to be expected when you’re exposed to that much darkness, but that’s beside the point.” Blaine said then briefly closed his eyes, sighing out of annoyance. “Although it pains me to say this since I don’t like the two-faced bastard, you and that leprechaun might be onto something.”

Ava chuckled but immediately stopped herself, clearing her throat. Blaine smiled.

“Hmph. Made you laugh, huh?”

“Shut it.”  She told him. “Look, I don’t want to jump to conclusions. There’s a lot we’ll have to consider before we can get to a point where we can confidently prove anything. With the way things are going now, we can’t afford to just throw out baseless assumptions lest we have a repeat of today’s mess of gathering.”

“Hmm? Trouble in paradise? Huh, that’s not the least bit surprising. I’m sure that leprechaun had something to do with that. Tch.” Blaine said, gently scratching his neck. “About the scourge’s inception point, have any idea why it suddenly popped up in Fountain Plaza of all places?”

“The only thing I can think of is that plaza is at the heart of Union Cross. Like I said before, the radius of scourge was smaller than usual and the only areas that were affected were within the campus grounds. What’s strange is that the scourge didn’t progress far beyond its inception unlike the previous ones. It’s almost as if it was purposefully kept there.”

“Hmm. That lines up with what I saw.”

“And that Shadow Titan…it was slightly different than the others. The ones we’ve encountered so far haven’t exhibited any kind of intelligence or power beyond their beastly nature. But this one…it could manipulate gravity and was able to gather massive amounts of aether effortlessly. And not only that but it blended all of that aether with darkness creating something similar to a Unified Force.” She paused, briefly pressing a finger to her lips. “Only an experienced and masterful Guardian would be able to do that and even then, it’d take more than one on that level.”

“Lauriam must’ve caught on to that then.” Blaine said. “He and Ephemer fired off a Unified Force and obliterated the Titan. But what’s more intriguing is that the Titan even had the brains to create something similar to that.”

“The real question, again, is why that Titan destroyed the Fountain Plaza at all. It’s a bit too calculated for a usually primitive and mindless beast – almost as if it was targeting something or, better yet, searching for something.”

“Hmm. Is there anything important concealed within the Academia? Maybe something the Founder might’ve left behind?”

“You know I can’t share that information with you.”

“All right. It’s something to think about though.” Blaine said then, after a brief pause, turned to face her. “While we’re on the subject, have you ever heard of a Shadow than can talk? Like, they can fully speak human language.”

Ava’s right brown raised. “Huh?? Where’s this coming from??”

“Just curious is all. With all the weird shit that’s been happening recently, coming across a Shadow that can talk at some point isn’t too far-fetched of a possibility.” He explained.

Ava thought to herself for a moment then spoke up, “Hmm. Now that you’ve mentioned it, I do remember reading something about Shadows that could emulate humans. It was in one of the texts the Master suggested we read back when were under his apprenticeship, but it wasn’t something that was seriously required so I didn’t look too deeply into it.”

“So, that type of Shadow exists?”

“From what I can remember from the text, they did at one point. They were extremely powerful and nearly brought the Worlds Beyond to ruin. The Master was able to deal with them but that came at a great cost as you’d imagine. This was presumably before he built this realm. I’d like to say that I doubt we’ll ever run into Shadows like that, but everything evolves with time – the same goes for the darkness.”

Blaine stared off aimlessly while stroking his chin. “Hmm. You don’t say…”

Ava’s eyes narrowed. “I know that look. You asked that question for a reason.”

“I already told you – I’m just curious.” Blaine said then turned to her again speaking in assurance, “Trust me, if I ever come across one of those Shadows, you’ll be the first to know – well, assuming if the one telling you is really me.”

“Uh huh…” Ava was unconvinced.

“Have I ever given you any reason to doubt me?”

Ava looked at him for a bit longer, staring deeply into his silver-colored eyes with their mutual gaze unfazed by the tension, then let out a long and breathy sigh. “I guess not. But if there is something and you’re not telling me, you know I can’t overlook that.”

“I understand, Ms. Foreteller.”

Blaine pushed himself off the wall. He stretched his arms, twisting his wrists while flexing and curling his fingers, then groaned in relief as his joints popped. He then turned to Ava, looking over his shoulder. “Whelp! Break time’s over. Same for you, right?”

“Unfortunately, yes.” She stepped away from the wall and brushed off the back of her robe. “This was just a minor detour. Once I get back to the chamber, there are…some arrangements I have to take care of.”

Realizing what she meant, Blaine’s eyes dimmed and rose toward the sky. “Right. Hmph. It’s never easy, is it – having to be the bearer of that, and then taking responsibility for it, knowing there was nothing you could’ve done.”

Ava raised her head to the sky as well, a somber and despondent look in her eyes.

“No. It isn’t.” -------------------------------------------------

[devoutpriest]

crimefixed:

it’s been a great many years and MORE since he’s considered himself even REMOTELY religious, much less IRISH CATHOLIC ; many would call him a criminal with no religion. he was a mastermind who battled sherlock holmes, said he would tear the heart from him. yet there’s a certain DRAW to cathedrals all the same and even now, panes of stained glass painting BLOOD and GOLD over his face. they glint and sink in the skin of his face, blood tears and gold. and into the HOLLOWS of his throat – glorious rays he drinks in its illumination of his dry cracked throat. enough to fade the tremorous HYPERVIGILANCE of the SPIDER as his eyes slide closed in the rays of evening sun shining through the glass stained windows, the light calming him into the black suit and tie he wears, and he’s NOTED the kneeling figure MUTTERING breathless prayers, but chosen to ignore him, restless fingers twitching against each other by his sides, weaving threads UNSEEN in the empty, incense-laden air. he hears a CREAK at his back – the penitent shifting his weight, he soon reasons, within the pew, stiff knees, sore back, a young man but heavy with something GHASTLY ; the man is shaking in his body ; whisper nigh guttural in his fervoured prayers. he CAN’T say he envies them that, these ORDINARY people with all their GRIEF and GUILT ( he himself was an analytical man ) — and and and and AND – and he meets it with a soft hum -- to soothe in returned sonnet perhaps for this wretched man? -- some half-forgotten hymn tied up with scratchy over- -starched collars and sunday mass, YE’LL GO AN’ BEAR WITNESS T’ OUR FATHER OR ET’LL BE T’ CANE FER YE, JAMES, YER BROTHER’S GOIN’ AN’ YE WILL TOO, but doesn’t turn to face the source of the noise.

athelstan’s hands are pressed in prayer, his knees sunk fast to the wooden root of the light pink cushioned kneeler, almost like quicksand. his knees ached, demanded a reprieve, but all that physical pain was NOTHING in contrast to what he was currently feeling. he was experiencing the battle at paris, his ghosting presence seeing the broiling sea of the city. his prayers are hastily muttered one word after the other. they almost threaten to strangulate each other in his haste to get them out. he had seen ragnar in his coffin, bjorn getting speared with two arrows in his back. he tries his best to enunciate them clearly, nonetheless, yet with some difficulty. within these prayers, he incorporates the memorized lord’s prayer, repeats it multiple times. he says the words in a slightly thick british accent, revering the words that he spoke in his tongue. He says the letter C rather thickly. “PATER NOSTER, QUI ES IN CAELIS, SANCTIFICETUR NOMEN TUUM. ADVENIAT REGNUM TUUM….FIAT VOLUNTAS TUA, SICUT IN CAELO, ET IN TERRA. PANEM NOSTRUM—”

he then pauses, abruptly cutting off the rest of the prayer. he feels his heart skittering most irregularly in its pace, refusing to let him say any more until he paid sufficient attention to it. he indulges in deep breaths, his lungs welcoming the heavy air that consumed the church. the candle scent flickered in the air, he seeing the dustiness of the dirt in the air. he breathes through the dusty deformity, visualising the earth in which god had created all things, and planting seeds, feeling the sand of he and ragnar's sandcastle of paris, the trickling river. a beautiful diorama. as he does this, he hears a hum which certainly hadn’t emitted from himself. he turns to see another man also within the pew, guessing that he must have been the one who sung it. the man saw him, he realised, he was dead, yet christ had resurrected him in his fading in and out, he having found this church within the palace of frankia, where he was at now.

the man notices him, pausing his hum, and nods in acknowledgement. ' hello. ' he liked listening to music with his headphones, as he performed crimes, like heists. yet this was a peculiar music, and this man certainly emanated interesting vibes.

athelstan greets him too politely, realising the man had witnessed his prayers of pain and solace.

[rausule]

Biographia Iesu

in colloquio cum Patre: id facit post baptismum in Iordane (21), in media prima turbae fervore (5.161 ante electionem duodecim Apostolorum (8.12), ante Petri professionem (8.12), ante Petri professionem. 9.181, per lenne ela mentum de transfiguratione (9, 28-29), antequam discipulos edoceat peculiarem christianorum orationem « Pater » (11, 1), Iesus nos confirmat « semper orare, sine intermissione (18.1).

In limen mortis habetur maxime emblema, quod precationis in horto Oliveti, Gethsemani (21.9 46), acma, quam Lucas accuratius rupette describit quam ceteri evangelia, eam non minus quam quinque notantes. orationes eamque duplicatam aperiendi et claudendi sententiam conponens: "Orate ne intretis in tentationem, contremiscimus hanc imaginem contemplari, quae Iesum tamquam perfectam eruptionem designat, audientem Beethoven's solum eratorio Christus am Oberge up 65, " Christ at the. Montem Ube anno 1802- 1803 involvit, primum die Aprilis 1803 editum, deinde a musico editum et anno 1811 tantum editum, ut in hoc argumento concluderetur, praedicta verba Christi in cruce memorari necesse est; quae sunt oratio 6ducta ad Patrem, cuius manus spiritum concredunt (23.46).

Commentaria. Solet Lucas definire "telego historiae salutis," et notatur Christum Lucam esse podn in medio temporis. Quapropter optime distingui potest in serie Mariae secundo Lacae duobus vel tribus gradibus coordinatis. cum Crista C semel "promissionis", et id est Veteris Testamenti, et est tempus plenae plenitudinis, vil pallo inguratu da Crista Vel etiam cogitare potest tempus commercii quod currit usque ad Baptistam. (1616), praecipuum tempus Iesu ac prospero tempore Ecclesiae, trilogiam tantum repraesentari potuit in textuali Veteris Testamenti (vel etiam per pruni duo captudi Evangelii Lucae), a. tertium Evangelium, et tandem, per Ami degli Apostoli

"praesens Christi et Ecclesiae iam pars est illius futurae plenitudinis historiae humanae, quae vitatur a chnologia secundum Lucam, sicut Ioannes, non exclusis futuram perfectionem (17.20-37 ec. 21), quod in historia sentit. iam a Christo depositum sementem aeternae i ideo amat levebi "ogg" cand (199) Ante paralitionem sana et dimitte Hodie vidimus mirabilia (526) Almal tore pentil "Oygi te mecum erit in paradiso" (2343). "Si demumi od dito di Din tunc venerit ad vesil regnum Dei ih D non venerit ut notabiliter dicat unus hic est hic est. Ecce quare est Regnum Dei in medio vestrum (11.201731).

Salutamus Lucam, medicum et evangelistam coletum, qui historiam hominis imprimere voluit — a Graeco philosopho Erados philosopho similem ludum tesseris ludentibus pueris salutamus — sensum, notans transitum Iesu Christi, coordinatoris illius craticulae. eventus, servator mali Italici et peccati, quod latet in rebus humanis. Spei, libertatis et iustitiae evangelizator, praesertim erga humiles et minimos terrae.

[schmuckhoelle]

Namenstag 01.06.2023: Regina

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[turangalila]

Guillaume Dufay (c.1397-1474) Supremum est mortalibus bonum (1433) pro pace, pro duo magnis luminarii mundi. isorhythmic motet for 3 voices            

Supremum est mortalibus bonum / Pax, optimum summi Dei donum. / Pace vero legem praestantia / Viget atque recti constantia; / Pace dies solutus et laetus, / Nocte somnus trahitur quietus; / Pax docuit virginem ornare / Auro comam crinesque nodare; / Pace rivi psallentes et aves / Patent laeti collesque suaves / Pace dives pervadit viator, / Tutus arva incolit arator. //

O sancta pax, diu expectata, / Mortalibus tam dulcis, tam grata, / Sis aeterna, firma, sine fraude, / Fidem tecum semper esse gaude. / Et qui nobis, o pax, te dedere / Possideant regnum sine fine: / Sit noster hic pontifex aeternus / Eugenius et rex Sigismundus! // Amen

_ Guillaume Dufay - Supremum Est Mortalibus Bonum. Cantica Symphonia. (2008, Glossa – GCD P31904)

Supremum est mortalibus bonum, Motets by Guillaume Dufay (c.1397-1474) Cantica Symphonia dir. Giuseppe Maletto

[hannahofinternet-fr]

#squad for the OC ask meme!

Sorry this took so long! I didn’t really have friendships worked out, so I had to come up with some stuff quickly.

#squad: who’s friends with who? what are the squad dynamics like?

Queen Arce, King Notus, Duchess Aranea, and Duke Regnum are the closest of friends. The duchess and duke came to Parlayan lost and alone. Queen Arce took them in and they’ve been the royal family’s closest friends ever since. The duchess is her advisor, her bondmate the king’s, and their hatchlings are bondmates as well, making them family.

Karena and Dependentia have formed an odd sort of friendship. They’re both very spiritual,, which boosts their relationship a lot. Dependentia finds comfort in being around Karena. Xe keeps stim toys in a hollowed-out tree trunk for Dependentia to use whenever she visits the forest, and helps her through particularly violent visions.

Parlayan is a peaceful town, and the soldiers often find themselves with nothing to do. Aciei, Verquent, Beatrice, Soci, Cinderscape, Ortus, Banshee, and Warsong have formed close friendships in their large amounts of free time, and can usually be found playing Runestones of the Arcanist and Higher or Lower.

Send me asks about Parlayan!

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Those who voluntarily put power into the hands of a predator must not wonder if it be at last turned against themselves. Qui regnum adeptus cœpit vesci singulas Et exercere imperium sævis unguibus. Tunc de reliquis una: Merito plectimur. — Gaius Julius Phædrus, Fabulæ Æsopiæ lib i, cap xxxi (Milvus et columbæ)(c 30 CE)

[Scott Horton]

[ducavalentinos]

"There was a woman who loved him tenderly, with passion: his wife, the mother of his daughter.[...]Until the end she loved him, and, when he died, she always dressed in mourning clothes, at her home, and in her soul."

"Cesare is delighted. In everything virtuous, discreet and sweet, Charlotte d’Albret had seduced with her reserve, her youthful charm, her sensitivity, and her spiritual qualities the heart of the ardent Valentinois. /He[Cesare], very heartily married the lady, not only for the ties held with the House of d’Albret and with France, but for the beauty of his wife, equal to the goodness and sweetness of her nature./The harshest of Cesare’s biographers can find nothing but kindness in his treatment of his young wife during their few months together."

Sources: G. Sacerdote, Cesare Borgia: La sua Vita, La sua Famiglia, I suoi Tempi. José C. Deus, El Príncipe del Renacimiento: Vida y Leyenda de César Borgia. Arnoldo Le Feron, De Gestis Regnum Gallorum. NY Times, Cesare Borgia; Far Better Than People Think, And To His Wife Especially.

[spore-spreaded-genders]

SENIREGNUGENDER

A gender that feels like the withering effect in Minecraft. It stings but is beautiful, and is linked to the Wither boss. It also feels like being royalty in a old, decaying castle. This gender can also be linked to c!Eret from the Dream SMP. (-Mod Terezi)

(SENIUM (DECAY IN LATIN) + REGNUM (KINGDOM IN LATIN) + GENDER) -MOD KARKAT

[queenfredegund]

MEROVINGIAN REGINAE | Wisigardis Regina († c. 535)

Wife of Theodebert I Rex, to whom she possibly bore one daughter, Berthoara Regina. She was the daughter of Waccho, King of the Lombards, and Austrigusa of the Gepids, and had an older sister, Waldrada Regina. Her dates of birth and death are unknown. As Theodebert’s wife, she could have lived in Mettis (Metz), capital city of his regnum, or Colonia (Cologne).

“[…] deinde duxit Austrigusam, filiam regis Gepidorum, de qua habuit filias duas : nimen uni Wisegarda, quam tradidit in matrimonium Theudiperto regi Francorum, quam ipse odio habens, uni ex suis, quae sociata est Cusupald, alio regi Francorum.

[Waccho] then married Austrigusa, daughter of the king of the Gepids, who gave him two daughters called one Wisegarda - given in marriage to the king of the Franks Theudepert -, the other Waldrada - married to Cusupald, another king of the Franks […].”

Hist. Lang., I, 21. De morte Tatonis et regno Wachonis, et quomodo Wacho suavos superavit, et de uxoribus eius et filiabus, et de regno Waltari filii eius

According to Gregorius of Tours, she was betrothed to Theodebert by his father Theodorich I Rex, but the wedding ceremony was constantly postponed during seven years, possibly because of Theodebert’s favourite wife, Deoteria Regina. An other proposition could be that Wisigardis was not at the age to get married when she was initially betrothed.

“Cumque iam septimus annus esset, quod Wisigardem disponsatam haberet et eam propter Deuteriam accipere nollet, cuniuncti Franci contra eum valde scandalizabantur, quare sponsam suam relinqueret. Tunc commotus, relicta Deuteria, de qua parvolum filium habebat Theodobaldum nomen, Wisigardem duxit uxorem.

Seven years had passed since Theudebert had become engaged to Wisigard, but he would not marry her because of Deuteria. The Franks all agreed that it was a scandalous situation that he should have abandoned his fiancée. Theudebert gave in, deserted Deuteria by whom he had a young son called Theudebald, and married Wisigard.”

DLH, III, 27. Quod Theudoberthus Visigardem accepit

After Deoteria’s disgrace, she eventually joined her fiancé and married him for a short time, as she died no longer afterwards, c. 535. She however took a part in the court’s struggles by taking side in a conflict opposing two high-ranking officers, Asteriolus, who had her favour, and Secundinus, which demonstrates her authority as a regina. 

“Asteriolus tunc et Secundinus magni cum rege habebantur; erat autem uterque sapiens et retoricis inbutus litteris. [...] Qua de causa factum est, ut inter illum atque Asteriolum lis saeva consurgeret, quae usque ad hoc proficit, ut, oblitis verborum obiectionibus, propriis se manibus verberarent. Cumque haec per regem pacificata fuissent et Secundinus adhuc de sua caede tumeret, nata est inter eos rursum intentio; et rex suscipiens Secundini causam, Asteriolum in eius potestatem dedidit. Qui valde humiliatus est et ab honore depositus; sed per Wisigardem reginam iterum est restitutus. Mortua autem illa, consurgens iterum Secundinus, eum interfecit.

Asteriolus and Secundinus enjoyed great credit with King Theudebert. They were both of them educated men, welltrained in the humanities. [...] Things came to such a pitch that they grew tired of insulting each other and resorted to fisticuffs. The King did his best to pacify them, but, while Secundinus was still black and blue from his first beating, another row started between the two of them. King Theudebert supported Secundinus and put Asteriolus in a subordinate position under him. Asteriolus was disgraced and deposed from his high position; but thanks to Queen Wisigard he was restored to grace. When the Queen died, Secundinus renewed his attacks and killed Asteriolus.”

DLH, III, 33. De Asteriolo et Secundino

After the discovering by O. Doppelfeld of ancient graves in the Cologne Cathedral in 1959, she was unanimously assimilated to the lady buried in the cathedral. She then could have died around 535, as estimated by the grave’s furniture.

Some furniture of the “Lady of Cologne” grave (fibulae and a neck collar)

[adrischrv]

REGNUM [L.H] - Chapter 5

Author´s Note: Chapter 5 of my king!luke fic already, we finally meet Duke!Michael tho! English is not my first language so lemme know if there are any mistakes. 

Word count: 3,808

C1 - C2 - C3 - C4

I have never felt so nervous. Not even the day I arrived at Gardenstone did I remember feeling the headache and tension that had been eating away at me since the night before. 

I´d committed great disrespect to the King. I had hurt Luke who- no matter how much he deserved it- was still a possible ally. I could hear my mother scolding me once I was in front of her: “I raised you better than this! You are the Princess of Maredale, Amberly Sarah Campbell! Are you proud of your actions? Your actions affect the entire kingdom and you forgot all about it…" 

“Your Highness” Calum spoke on the other side of the door. I opened it and he didn’t smile. “The King wants to see you. The parliament is gathered together with His Majesty Ashton and Queen Elizabeth.”

“Let’s go.”

I avoided the looks at all costs. I did not want to show the fear in my eyes as we walked to the parliament office in the farthest part of the palace. I wouldn’t let Luke look at me either. He would call me a coward and I would not be able to deny it, after all - I was the cowardly princess. 

I was lost enough reliving Luke’s words in my head that I hadn’t noticed when we arrived at the office. I did not greet the parliament, a mistake my mother would repeat to me until the end of time.

Calum escorted me to a table with them around at a considerable distance sitting seriously in their seats, with Luke in front of me behind a dais and Ashton behind him. I barely got a good look at him, nor did we make eye contact. 

Murmurs began to pour out around me, I couldn’t tell anything from them. I let my head formulate its phrases; surely they were a punishment. 

Luke took a few seconds before he shut up the parliament, looked at me waiting for me to say something.

He was giving me a chance to defend myself before I was sentenced. 

“I’m sorry.”

My voice was loud and firm enough to achieve silence and get attention. Luke leaned over on the dais inviting me to continue. 

“I’m deeply sorry, Your Majesty. I know what I did was truly disrespectful and I regret it.” 

From the corner of my eye I saw Ashton whispering something to Calum, he stood up and lowered his shoulders in confusion. Luke’s gaze remained fixed on me for a few seconds, he lowered it, and with a mocking smile, he stood upright again.

“Although your apology was touching, Princess, that’s not why you’re here today.”

Oh…

… What a piece of shit. 

“An informant arrived in the early morning from the Gardenstone/Maredale border, apparently there are people-families who have decided to cross that border without the use of official documents thanks to a petition that was approved. The people who cross from Maredale to live with their relatives in Gardestone are asking to have a voice in this kingdom, someone to represent them.”

I had warned him, I did. He signed a petition without reading it and these were the consequences. My mother must have found out days before and this was Luke’s way of dealing with his mistakes without fully recognizing them. Nothing foolish about that. 

“Migration has always existed, Your Majesty, why are you asking for this representation now?” 

He had more than understood what I was getting at but since I had humiliated myself in front of parliament, the most I could do was to see Luke dismantle his intentions in the wake of his mistakes. 

He rolled his eyes, he knew well what I wanted. 

“It was not necessary before since this migration was moderate. Now, they can come and go as they please, something that had not been considered possible except for the union that Maredale and Gardestone were going to make.”

"They were”, not “they are” or even “they could”… he really didn’t like the idea. 

“Due to this lack of control we will give them what they need and the parliament present with me has come to the conclusion that it is you, your highness” He began to talk heavily, it was hard for him to ask for help. “If you wish to extend your stay in Gardestone, the position of Ambassador is available and eager to be filled.”

Bingo. 

This was my chance to be something more, to be useful. My mouth and my thirst to be needed again were ready to say yes…

“It would be an honor to represent my kingdom in this way… but first, I would like a moment alone with His Majesty, if possible.”

In the background, Ashton smiled with approval at my action. I heard my mother’s heels in the distance.

I took the way the parliament cleared the room too quickly as a silent “Thank you”. Something told me that moments before the discussion with their new King had not pleased them and had left them tired. 

Luke came down from the dais, hands in his pockets and a tired, disinterested expression but still hard enough to make people kiss his feet. Emphasis on “the people”- me being the exception. 

“So? What does the little Maredale beetle have to say?” He laughed when I opened my mouth in protest. “Don’t start, be thankful that last night’s slap will only cost you the mockery.”

He wasn’t just talking about the nickname. 

“Why didn’t you tell me what this was all about before…?”

“What for? You humiliated yourself pretty well on your own. And yet I stopped you before I got you down on your knees in front of me… Don’t worry, you’ll do that on another more private occasion. That’s the equivalent of another nickname, dipstick.”

Asshole. 

Although his words served the purpose of distracting me, I had to get back to the important issue where I was in control. Because he needed me, to see him admitting it was far from happening but I could take that tiny advantage. 

“I accept the position, representing my people,“ I spoke out, or so I thought. “On one condition… I want to be treated as such.”

The laughter that he sent out echoed through the room, at least all the people in the corridor had heard it. 

“I’m serious,” I said. He mockingly composed himself. “We are both sick of dealing with the princess. As long as I’m an ambassador I’ll make a living on my own, you can pretend the princess isn’t here and I’ll keep her quiet. I promise. I just want to help.”

He raised an eyebrow with interest. 

“That means you’d be serving me too, you don’t know what you’re saying.”

I tried to hide my doubts from his words. If I wanted to be respected I really had to stop living in my mother’s shadow. I couldn’t give up the title, but this deal was taciturn and only until my obligations needed the part of me with a kingdom as my inheritance. 

Besides, the princess had nothing to do but observe Luke’s poor decisions. In this way, I would also observe Luke’s poor decisions - even more closely, but I could satiate the needs of the Maredans and I could do so with my own voice. 

“I’m serious.” I analyzed the remnants of doubt in him. “Don’t worry about my mother, I’ll talk to her and she’ll understand, I know.“

He snorted, caressed the cheek on which my slap was. He put his hand down and walked over to me, holding it out. 

He said, “We have a deal, prin… Amberly.”

The title change made me smile, just a little, as I shook his hand. Then I saw his blue eyes with malice tints disguised. I understood the discreet warning he had given me seconds before, "That means you’d be serving me too, you don’t know what you’re saying,” and no, I didn’t. 

¥

My hand shook slightly when I turned the knob in the room my mother was occupying. I walked in a circle down the hall five minutes earlier, organizing my thoughts and how I would explain the business of being an ambassador. After all, I was qualified to be an ambassador; those classes were not in vain. Even if I wasn’t running a country, something was better than nothing and I would defend my position. 

“Amberly?” 

She spoke from her seat in front of the dresser as a couple of maids packed their things, walking back and forth.

“Go ahead, little one. I was going to look for you before I left just as parliament was meeting”  I felt invited into the room by the gesture of her hand, as elegant as ever. “I thought you would be with King Ashton or his sister.”

“Oh, no,“ I said, taking a seat in the corner of his bed. “By the way, what do you think of them, Mother?”

She moved the cigarette holder she was holding in one hand, looking for the answer to my question.

“They are both here while their political advisor directs and cares for Lauxwell. It’s a risky move… Do you know why they do it, to visit Gardenstone?”

Great, I had gotten a trivia lesson by accident. 

I forced myself to think about it, curious that I hadn’t done it before. “One, to show Luke that even if it was for a few lousy months they had more experience running a country. And two, analysis of territory; to know if Gardenstone would be willing to make the alliance with them instead of Maredale. I already see that as impossible, Mother. King Luke hates Ashton.” 

And me. But he hated Ashton more. 

I could bet that Luke would make that change.

“What do you think of him?”

He wasn’t really bad like everyone said. I found Luke eviler than most people, but Ashton… 

“He shows dedication to his people, the simple fact of recognizing the damage his ancestors have done is very… sincere,” I answered, without thinking of his other qualities or the friendship (or something more than that) that was growing between us. “I heard that they began to forgive debts.”

“Lauxwell doesn’t forgive debts, the Irwins don’t forgive debts… they just stop collecting for a while.”

The thought of Ashton collecting the kiss we might have had the other night was fleeting and went away instantly.

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something else.”

“I’m listening.”

As if she knew what I was going to talk about, she put on a voice that had frightened me since I was a little girl: her queen voice.

“I accepted to be an ambassador” Her silence indicated that I could continue: “It is necessary that the people who come from our kingdom know that there is someone advocating for them. Luke - King Luke has approved a petition for the free movement between the two -”

“If this is your way of throwing a tantrum because the alliance didn’t work out, give me five seconds and I’ll talk to the King.”

“It’s not that, not at all, and please don’t do it,“ I asked, my nerves were stable but I couldn’t find the courage anywhere. “I want to make a living here, be useful here.”

She sighed a couple of times before speaking again, that’s what she did when she was arguing with herself. 

“I guess if you accepted you know the consequences. My political power can’t get in the way if something doesn’t feel right in your new job…”

Triumphant with the results of this talk, I threw myself at her in a tight hug.

“Good luck, child. You’re going to need it.”

“Thank you” I let out the air I didn’t know I was holding. “Thank you, Mother.”

“Save your thanks for when I get back. I hope to return and see something new in the King, for a change” We both laugh. “Keep an eye on him, so that he doesn’t give me any more trouble with my border. I love you.”

“I love you.” 

¥

“I guess it went well,” Ashton leaned against the door frame. “How do you feel, Maredale Ambassador?”

“Pretty… good,“ I smiled.

His body language betrayed him, it seemed he wanted to come into the room and maybe say goodbye to my mother or ask her for some advice, but something was holding him back. He noticed that I noticed. 

“Come with me. Luke asked me to introduce you to… a colleague.”

I nodded, interlocked my arm with his in a strangely familiar act and we started walking. 

“Will you tell me a little about your "colleague”?”

“First I need the details of the prank you pulled, why did you apologize to Luke?”

“I slapped him last night, he had nothing important to say to me and started talking nonsense.”

Ashton laughed without discretion, his laugh was very nice. 

“Typical of him, I’m glad you did,“ he said proudly, leading us to another part of the palace I hadn’t seen before, "not the apologizing part. Don’t do it, he doesn’t deserve it.”

I played with the long sleeve of my jacket, accidentally pulling his. Instead of getting angry, he held my hand.

“His name is Michael. Son of Queen Susan’s sister, Luke’s cousin, Duke of Greenbush, and your boss,” he explained. “There are no ambassadors, you’re the first, so Luke had to create a system…”

“He needs an alibi in case something goes wrong and my mother arrives asking for someone’s head, he made sure it wasn’t his,” I analyzed aloud. “What a… coward.”

It was liberating somehow to use the word with someone who wasn’t me, for once. 

“Why do you know him?” I asked as we walked out of some doors. 

“Before, many years ago my father used to visit Gardenstone and bring us on his travels. Luke, Calum, and Michael were the only kids I could talk to… and fight with,“ he looked at the horizon, revisiting his memories

We stopped at what looked like a very perched and forgotten greenhouse behind the palace. The vines covered it quite well, from a distance it looked like a giant pot. Who knows how many animals had made their home there. 

“Good morning, Princess Amberly… and Ashton.”

A blond hair appeared behind our backs. Michael’s beard made him look a little big but he bet he was the same age as Calum. He looked formal but not at all scary or anything like his cousin. 

Ashton gently slid his hand out of mine, taking a step towards him. “It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other.”

“And we needed more than a while,” Michael replied rather dryly. “If you’ll excuse us, Amberly and I have work to do.”

Ashton nodded, came over and put a kiss on my cheek, and then left. I was left reliving the softness of his lips. 

“Are you guys dating?”

Michael’s voice came back. Boss. Work. Focus. 

“Ashton and I? No, not at all.” I said quickly. “So… where’s the workplace?”

In a far-from-elegant gesture, Michael pointed to the greenhouse. He was joking, he had to be… 

“Luke didn’t want to spend so much on building an office, so part of the budget will go to remodeling this greenhouse,“ he said disinterestedly. “Sadly you can’t remodel if you have all those plants and soil and… diseases. That’s your first task, see you when you’re done!”

“I can’t do it alone is-”

“-Of course you can, Luke said you could…”

Luke was an asshole. 

¥

I had spent my whole afternoon in the greenhouse. I took out plants, pulled out beetles, and even moved a family of birds from there, and yet it seemed like I had only tickled it. My hands were broken, I thought about wearing gloves but it was too late and the guards said Luke had given orders not to give me any tools. Just what I needed.

I shook off my black pants and the browner than white blouse I was wearing once not a ray of sunshine was present in the sky. I headed back to the palace through the kitchen entrance. Some servants greeted me, a friend of Lidia’s offered me an apple that I accepted with enthusiasm and we even talked about the stories of ghosts that haunted the place. Somewhat shaken, I walked through the great hall. 

I hadn’t visited the place since the incident, just getting close gave me the creeps. I couldn’t help but remember the faces of the kings and Prince Jake. Sometimes I thought about what I would be doing if such a terrible event had not happened and I found a picture of Gardenstone and Maredale together, Jake and I on the throne and none of the self-centered Luke present; I would have made a deal with Lauxwell just to get him away from me. 

A hand touched my shoulder, my reflexes and self-defense classes came out, taking the hand and twisting it on the attacker’s back. The blonde hair scared me for a moment, if it had been Luke I wouldn’t have forgiven myself, but thanks to the Sea it was Michael. 

“That’s my hand!” He shouted I let go. “Didn’t anyone teach you not to hurt people?”

“Didn’t they teach you to announce yourself before touching a lady’s shoulder in the dark, Duke?”

He snorted. A few steps were heard in the room, it was enough to look at Michael’s face to know that he had heard them too. Without thinking twice, we hid behind two pillars. 

“It’s none of your business, Ashton.”

Luke’s voice echoed. I looked at Michael a few steps away, we both let go of the air.

He pointed to the doors I had entered, no doubt we could get out of the room if we were careful enough with the squeaking door. I shook my head and whispered, "It’s noisy.”

“I still don’t understand the game you’re playing…” Luke’s voice was much closer. 

Michael ran a finger down his throat with humor. If we didn’t leave our presence was going to be suspicious and punished. 

“I’m not surprised, you were always very slow. But I hope that when you find out, you’ll let me know. If it’s not too late.”

A servant came out of the kitchen leaving the door ajar. Perfect. 

“…She has the last word, don’t forget,” I heard Ashton say before leaving.

Michael and I ducked, carefully passing through the door. Just to be safe, we went all the way back to the greenhouse. 

“Why did we do that?!” I exclaimed.

“I…“ he hesitated a bit. “The place was scary.”

I nodded, chills ran down my skin again. 

“What were you doing there, Duke?”

He ran a hand through his hair, looked at the greenhouse, and answered. 

“I wanted to see the salon once more, they will soon start rebuilding it. I spent a lot of time there as a child,” he looked through the greenhouse. “You did a good job for the first day…”

“Thank you, it was difficult without the gloves but-”

“Without the gloves? Did you work without gloves?” he asked, I nodded and showed him my hands. “For the Forest… that was what was missing. I’ll talk to Luke, I don’t think you’re as bad as he says. “

Of course, he had told him I was bad, maybe then he wouldn’t be guilty of treating me badly. 

He went over to the greenhouse, looking at the big pots that were blocking the entrance. 

“Do you mind if I give you a hand with these?”

“I don’t need your help, Duke.”

He clicked his tongue. 

“Call me Michael, no problem. I won’t be here tomorrow, let me help you.”

He seemed genuine, and since he mentioned it he did need help carrying those pots. 

I nodded, we both took a big pot from both ends and started lining them up on the side of the greenhouse. 

“What did you do to upset him, my cousin?” he spoke after releasing the second pot. 

“Today or since he has known me?” We loaded the third one. “I have a couple of ideas but whatever the reason, he earned my displeasure in the same way.”

We let go of the pot, heading for the other one. 

“This one is broken,“ he said when we picked it up. “He said you were a… coward,” he panted. 

The words came back to me in Luke’s voice, distracting me enough to let go of the grip on my side of the pot. It hit the corner of the greenhouse, and Michael and I squatted to pick up the mess. 

“Yes, I heard it,“ I muttered, pulling pieces of the pot off. 

“And? Will you prove him wrong?”

I passed Michael’s question unnoticed as my fingernails bumped into something hard in the dirt. I took the material out and shook it aside, a set of three metal keys with unrecognizable details gleaned through the soil

“Keys.” I put them in his hands. “Do you recognize them?”

“No, but I can bet they open a passage,” he admired them for a few seconds and placed them back in my hands. “Finders keepers, I guess.”

I put them in the pocket where my Jhin was to show them to Lidia in the morning. 

Michael stopped talking about Luke and we talked about his life at the palace and the visits he made every Christmas. It seemed to be a tradition that Queen Susan invited her family to cook delicious desserts and cut wood while King Robert’s family had been away for a long time. 

After a few minutes, the entrance to the greenhouse was free and ready to be fixed but that would wait a few hours. 

“I’d better tell His Majesty about my departure tomorrow, so we’ll know what torture awaits you,“ he joked.

...He joked?

We walked up the stairs to Luke’s quarters, a light under his door indicated that he was still awake. There was sobbing coming from below, I didn’t know whether to warn me or run away. 

“Is it… him?” I asked, not bothering to hide my surprise. 

Michael didn’t either, he was as perplexed as I was at the door. 

“I’ll leave you the directions in a note, your maid will give it to you in the morning.”

His indication was enough to start my way to my room. From my shoulder, I could see Michael opening Luke’s door. A girl came out fully dressed and closed the door behind her. 

I turned my thoughts off halfway through, I would not analyze the situation thoroughly. Luke wasn’t sobbing, it must have been that girl. Now, he was bringing more brunette girls than blondes, who knows what would have changed.

[musicandotherdelights]

Daily Listening, Day #271 - September 27th, 2020

Album: Arise (R/C, 1991)

Artist: Sepultura

Genre: Thrash Metal

Track Listing: 

“Arise”

“Dead Embryonic Cells”

“Desperate Cry”

“Murder”

“Subtraction”

“Altered State”

“Under Siege (Regnum Irae)”

“Meaningless Movements”

“Infected Voice”

Favorite Song: “Desperate Cry”

[andylarocquenroll]

Exigit Sinceræ Devotionis (1478)

Signed by Pope Sixtus IV, this papal bull allowed Queen Isabel I of Castile and King Fernando II of Aragón to create the Spanish Inquisition. The Inquisition targeted religious minorities, particularly Jews and Moslems. This comes after centuries of Islamic rule that stretched from 711 to the Guerra de Granada (1482-91), when Isabel and Fernando "took back" the land from the Arabs (hence la Reconquista). I have included the original notes from la Academia, which I have roughly translated into English.

Xistus Episcopus, Servum servorum dei, charissimo in Cristo filio nostro Ferdinando regi et charissime in christo filie nostre Elisabeth Regine Castelle et Legionis (I) illustribus, salutem et apostolicam benedictionem.

Exigit Sincere Devotionis affectus et integra fides, quibus nos er Romanum ecclesiam reveremini ut petitionibus vestris, in His pesertim que catholice fidei exaltationem et animarum salutem concernunt, quantum cum Deo possumus, annuamus. Sane pro parte vestris nobis nuper exhibita petitio continebat quod in diversis civitatibus, terris et locis Regnorum Hispaniarum ditionis vestre signati sunt quamplurimi, qui sacro baptismatum lavacro in christo regenerati, non tamen ad id precise coacti, pro christianis aparientia se gerentes, ad ritus et mores iudeorum transire vel redire et indaice superstitionis ac perfidie dogmata et precepta servare, et a veritate ortodoxe fidei, cultu illiusque articulorum credulitate recedere, ac latas heretice pravitatis sectatores censuras et penas, iuxta constitutiones felicis recordatuonis Bonifacii Pape Octavi predecessoris nostri desuper editas, propterea incurare hactenus veriti non fuerint, nec verentes In dies: et non solum ipsi in sua cocitate perdurant, sed et alii qui ex eiis nascuntur et alii conversantes cum eisdem in corum perfidia infinciuntur, Cres[c]itque

Granate (3) Regnum et illi adiacentia loca, que infideles incolunt, nostris etiam temporibus vestre ditioni subiicere et infideles ipsos ad fidem rectam convertere, divina operante clementia, cum effectu curabitis, quantum predecessores diversimode impediti nequiverunt, in eiusmodi vere fidei exaltationem, animarum salutem et ad vestram perfectam laudem cum eterni beatitudinis premii conservatione votiva, ac volentes petitionibus vestris huiusmodi supplicationibus vestris inclinati volumus et vobis concedimus quod tres episcopi, vel superioris ipsis, aut alii viri probi presbiteri seculares, vel mendicantium aut non mendicantium ordinum religiosi, quadragesimum sue etatis annum transcendentes, bone conscientie et vite laudabilis, theologia Magistri seu Bacalaurei, aut in iure canonico doctores, vel cum rigore examinis Licenciati, Deum timentes, quos in segulis Civitatibus et Diocesibus Regnorum predictorum iuxta locorum exigentiam duxeritis eligendos pro tempore, aut saltem duo ex eis, huiusmodi criminum reos et receptatores et fautores eorum, eisdem prorsus iurisdictione proprietate et auctoritate fungantur, quibus funguntur de iure vel consuetudine locorum Ordinariiet heretice pravitatis inquisitores; non obstantibus constitutionum ordinationibus Apostolicis contraiis quibuscumque, seu si aliquibus communiter vel divisim a Sede Apostolica indultum existad quom interdici suspendi auti excommunicari non possint per litteras Apostolicas, non facientes plenam et expressam ac de verbo ad verbum de indulto huiusmodi mentionem. Nos enim vobis probos viros huiusmodi totiens quotiens vobis videbitur assumendi, et assumtos amovendi, ac alios eurum loco subrogandi, necnon eisdem probis viris, quos per vos assumi contingerit pro tempore, iurisdictione proprietate et auctoritate predictis huiusmodi criminum reos ac fautores et receptatores eurum utendi, facultatum concedimus per presentes. Vos autem ad premissa tales viros eligere et assumere studeatis, quorum probitate integritate et diligentia optati fructus exaltationis fidei et salutis animarum incessanter proveniant adeo speramus. 

Nulli ergo omnino hominum liceat hanc paginam nostre concessionis et voluntatis infringere, vel ei ausu temerario contraire. Siquis autem hoc attemptare presumserit, indignationis omnipotentis Dei et beatorum Petri et Pauli Apostolorum eius se noverit incursurum.

Dat Rome apud sanctum Petrum, anno Incarnationis dominice millesimo quadringentesimo septuagesimo octavo, kalendis Novembris, Pontificatus nostrils anno octavo

Esta facultad, no especificándose la voluntad y concurso de los Ordinarios, y tal como lo entendieron y aplicaron los reyes, era anormal y anticanónico. Así lo declaró Sixto IV en la bula que cortó de raíz semejante abuso.

Obsérvese que no se llaman reyes de Aragón. Juan II, padre de D. Fernando, se murió el primero de enero de 1479.

El designio de conquistar el reino de Granada, que anbrigaban los Reyes, consta en las capitulaciones de su matrimonio.

This faculty, without the will and cooperation of the Ordinaries, was recognized by the monarchs to be abnormal and anticanonical. This was reinforced in the bull by Sixtus IV, which put to an end a great deal of abuse.

Notice that they do not refer to themselves as the kings of Aragón. King John II, father of Fernando II, died on New Years of the next year.

The plan to retake the Emirate of Granada, which the monarchs harbored, is in their marriage contract

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