queen giuliana de' medici
rebel queen of portugal
twenty and five
❝ I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling. ❞
"Carlota! Pare com isso!" Giuliana snapped, hurriedly rushing after her daughter. The four year old Princess had evidently slipped from the watchful gaze of her nursemaid and was now pulling on the dress of an unsuspecting redhead. “You know not to do that, apologize.” she scolded pulling her daughter away before flashing an apologetic look towards the woman.
rick did not recognise the elegant woman who stood in front of him, which was unusual, as he had made a career out of placing names to faces - or to bodies, at least. she was clearly nobility, however, so he swept her a bow that was as elegant as he could muster given his current state. “I have had better,” he confessed, raising a hand gingerly to his forehead. “But for me, it is more that the night has not finished than a morning crisis.” He rubbed the bruise ruefully, before turning his gaze back to her. “I do not believe we have had the pleasure - I’m sure I would remember.” He dimpled at her, less because he wanted to flirt and more because it came as naturally to him as breathing.
when she wanted to giuliana could be the very picture of poise and grace, and more often than not that was what she wanted. to be elegant and composed was the queenly thing to do. "then perhaps it is the night thinking you have overstayed your welcome then?" she did not mean to mock the gentleman but her spirits were high and humor came with that. "as do i, i assure you i would remember a smile like yours"
even in her short time in england giuliana had kept her ear, or rather her ladies ears, to the ground looking for any in. various WHISPERINGS soon reached her and she sprang into action ❝ lady catherine ❞ she greeted the blonde with a smile and nod, ❝ i have heard you have plans for a ball, i do hope i can count on an invitation? ❞
“peace is a noble ambition. alas, the english are slow to concede to terms which delineate anything less than outright victory in their eyes.” red caresses the lower half of crystal glass, swirlled lazily upon the table as the dutchman employs the indifference of a passive shrug, “or perhaps it is the word republic which concerns them more so.”
"they are a funny people are they not?" she mused her voice a soft hum. she'd been on this f o r e i g n soil only a few weeks now but she already felt she knew enough about its people to laugh at their peculiarities. "but the word REPUBLIC is enough to make any monarchy uneasy"
$ financial : wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty
✚ medical : fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable
✪ class or caste : upper / middle / working / street trash / slave / unsure
✔ education : qualified / unqualified / studying / other
✖ criminal record : yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but has not been caught yet
FAMILY —
◓ marital status : married happily / married unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated / widowed
◒ children : has a child or children (deceased) / has no children / wants children / verse dependent
◑ relationship with family : close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased
◔ affiliation : orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parents / not applicable
TRAITS + TENDENCIES —
♦ extroverted / introverted / in between
♦ disorganized / organized / in between
♦ close-minded / open-minded / in between
♦ calm / anxious / in between
♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between
♦ cautious / reckless / in between
♦ patient / impatient / in between
♦ outspoken / reserved / in between
♦ leader / follower / in between
♦ empathetic / unempathetic / in between
♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between
♦ traditional / modern / in between
♦ hard-working / lazy / in between
♦ cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown
♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown
♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown
BELIEFS —
★ faith : monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / it’s complicated
☆ belief in ghosts or spirits : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
✮ belief in an afterlife : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
✯ belief in reincarnation : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
❃ belief in aliens : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
❀ philosophical : yes / no
SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION —
❤ sexuality : heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / demisexual
❥ sex : sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable / naive and clueless
♥ romance : romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless
❣ sexually : adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious / inhibited
⚧ potential sexual partners : male / female / agender / other / none / all
⚧ potential romantic partners : male / female / agender / other / none / all
☕ drinking alcohol : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess
☁ smoking : trying to quit / never / sometimes / frequently / to excess
✿ other narcotics : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess
✌ medicinal drugs : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess
☻ indulgent food : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess
$ splurge spending : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess
♣ gambling : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess
HARK, HARK ! do you know where i can find giuliana de’ medici, the twenty five year old rebel queen of portugal? aye, they’ve been called charming and resilient but all that glitter’s is not gold and they can be calculating and stubborn. my clairvoyant tells me they look like adelaide kane.
a tuscan scandal, giuliana is the apparent grand niece of the pope. although officially one of the many children of his nephew, antonio de' medici, the grand duke of tuscany, and his french wife, ophélie hurault, rumours as to her true parentage have plagued her entire life.
a christmas baby, she was born within days of ophélie’s own son, tommaso, and the two lived their life as twins, but even from a young age the truth was rumour. with her dark eyes peeking out of a crop of dark curls next to a flock of blue eyed siblings, none a shade darker than honey brown.
but even giuliana herself never new the truth for certain, the rumours infected her mind often leaving her feeling an imposter in her own family despite her mothers best attempts.
by her twentieth year she was practically certain that it was her granduncle that was indeed her true father, she'd always seemed to be the favourite of all his grand nieces and nephews but when the leader of a rebellion in portugal approached the seeking vatican backing a marriage alliance was proposed. the logical suggestion for a bride would've been giuliana's younger sister, the beautiful golden haired luisa, but instead it was giuliana who was married off, a promising betrothal being broken to facilitate it.
a spot of bg first: sebastião, her husband was the younger brother of the late king and the uncle of the current king. but the current kings a selfish prick who’s not fit to rule and is running the country into ruin and so sebastião with the backing of some of the noble’s tried to over throw him. an experienced statesman he knew he’d need international backing and the vatican was his first target.
at first giuliana resented the new match, already having grown close to the old one, but before long the power enchanted her. here she was proclaimed queen by half a country, and if things worked out she could be queen of all of it. so she got to work.
her sweet an gentle appearance, coupled with a shrewd and scheming mind worked perfectly with her natural statesman husband. she knew far more about matters of diplomacy and war than her appearance let on and that worked to her and sebastião's advantage, playing the sweet and gentle queen to his more ruthless king.
quickly becoming the ultimate power couple, it wasn't long before their union welcomed children, the now four year old infanta carlota de’ medici aviz, and her younger brother the two year old, frederico de' medici aviz, prince of beira.
but recently an assassination attempt has forced giuliana to flee but, not content to take refuge in her native tuscany who already back her cause, she has instead travelled to england in an attempt to secure more allies for her husband.
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a flirt in her youth, it’s a habit she hasn’t quite grown out of but instead tries to use to her advantage.
very much a doting mother its one of the major reasons she was convinced to take refuge, she couldn’t live with her self if her pride endangered her babies.
she’s kinda come to terms with the whole question as to her parentage realising it doesn't matter to her if the pope is really her father, its antonio and ophélie who she recognises as her parents.
“ah, mon ami(e), you and i both know you should not be doing that.” he piped up from his secluded reading spot behind the tree, likely startling them. “do not worry, though, i shan’t tell anyone, as long as you vow to share the spoils.”
“Vêem? Eu te disse que isso aconteceria, garota safada.” Giuliana called out to her daughter, Lúcia, who was perched precariously on a wall in an attempt to snatch an apple. As the man continued she turned her attention towards him “Lúcia hardly needs your encouragement, your highness”
she almost missed the ring of the bell signaling someone had entered her shop, but she managed to peek out around the piles of silk that towered over her head. “hello darling! so sorry, i’ll be right with you! feel free to take a look around. we have some beautiful new fabrics by the door.”
upon her arrival in england giuliana quickly realised how ill prepared she was for the differing climate. she always tended to be cold but in her and sebastião’s flight from portugal, it left little time to pack more than what was on hand. as a result all the finnery she had with her was fit for little more than the height of the portuguese sun. “oh no, it’s quite alright” she smiled “everything is quite exquisite”
turned out on his ear, and clutching a rather sore head, it was a sad-looking rick who limped into the palace of st james’s, just when the sun was beginning to rise. there was a purpling bruise just above his eyebrow, a gift from a rather irate husband who was supposed to be in france until wednesday, and he was wincing at the sunlight bouncing off the cobblestones as he attempted to remember the path to his lodgings.
fresh arrived in this foreign court, giuliana sought to gain her bearings. sure, her arrival had been with all the pomp and circumstance befitting a foreign queen, but she had enough years on her to know that the england presented to her was not the true england. this is what found her wandering the gardens in the early morning. "this morning does not seem to have treated you well, my lord?" she asked, a tinge of mirth in her voice.