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@williamofsavoy
“Fact or not, the way you use it is what makes it a threat. I’m not going to tell you to mind your mouth, because I think whatever you wish to say you should be free to say it. Just remember what’s wise to say and what is not.”
Perhaps you have misinterpreted me. No one wishes for war. They are costly and devastating. I have no wish to threaten you, but you must be caught up on the way I phrased it. I could not possibly assume what you wish for, hence the ‘should’
“My men have no orders to invade or seize Savoy in any way. Though, I must say that I do not appreciate the thinly veiled attempt at a threat.”
That was not a threat, only a fact.
“You must understand that I can not tell the future, in any way. Things change so much that I simply can not make an extended promise. However, I will tell you that as of now and as far as I’ve planned, no troops will enter your land.”
“My only concern is the troops currently stationed at our borders. Your people have been trying to annex my land for some time now, and I do not wish for a costly war with France. As well, you should not wish for war with the Empire.”
Perhaps it would be wise for you not to be here– I am grateful for the company, but I’m sure you do not wish to catch whatever it is I have.
As much as I would love to not be here at all, I’ll stay at the door. Is something wrong, Makeda?
I need your word that you will not march troops into Savoy. +giroud-leroi
“I love horses.” Meg said smiling wide and she reached out to pet the creature. “One thing I am very thankful for, that I was allowed to bring my horse with me. I would be devastated if I couldn’t”
Horses seem to be the ultimate companion, despite what they say about dogs. I’ve never had one to call my own, but still I much prefer them to other domestic animals.
“I just did not know if you would see it as a invasion of privacy even if the man is dead…I am Catriona Boleyn by the way, a pleasure to meet you.”
It’s not as if he has much of a say in the matter... I don’t mind. I’m William of Savoy, pleasure as well.
That’s because she is.
Well where I come from, you run at the sight of wolves.
If you’re going to want to hit the target, you have to keep your arm a little more still than that.
I didn’t ask for your help.
How will you ever get to know any of these fine royals when you’re so against it? Although, I must admit that you’re correct– the castle is magnificent. So different to the castle of Barbary. Good. Perhaps you will stay out of trouble. Sebastian is good– praise be. He is a good man, William. You may find him to be one of the more interesting here.
I’ve not yet met any worth getting to know. Ahh yes Barbary. How is it, I’m afraid it has been a long time. I think we both know staying out of trouble is not in my nature. I’m sure he is, but I’ve yet to meet this elusive, powerful man.
Duke William the Bastard // Self-Para
William had never been to Italy. He heard it was nice there, talked to the visitors of Savoy, spoke Italian, his mother tongue. But William was raised in Barbary, in the hot African sun. He was most comfortable speaking French, he had been raised a bastard. And he was Protestant. Savoy, and most certainly all of Italy, was Catholic.
William knew his mother was a Habsburg from a young age, knew they were notorious for being strictly Catholic. He had heard of his uncle Charles’ fight against the Protestant Luther, of the struggle between him and the electorates of the Empire, but William was not a Habsburg. He didn’t belong to Barbary, he didn’t belong to Savoy - he was his own man.
When William arrived in Savoy, he was greeted by his mother’s advisor. A strict, cruel man, whose features matched his personality. But yet, he was a smart man. William was not expected to be greeted with banners and cheer, but he was not prepared to be rushed through the back alleys of the castle, through the kitchen and into one of the servants quarters.
“Anne of Austria is dead. Her son will not live a fortnight.” The man said roughly. William showed no reaction, unwilling to show any sign of weakness to the man. He had never been close to his mother. She had cast him off until he could come of use to her. He owed her no sorrow. “You, William the bastard, must become her heir.” As much as he disliked being called bastard, as if it was his title, an epithet he wished much to forget.
“You are a Habsburg. You will rule Savoy, for your mother.” The main said, and William nodded. He wasn’t a Habsburg, in anyone’s book. He knew how the Habsburgs loved their pure bloodline. William found himself looking at his feet. “Look at me boy!” The man grabbed his shoulders and William stared into his eyes in shock, his mouth a set line.
“What religion are you?” It was not a question, and William knew what his answer should be. But he could not bring himself to say it. William had been raised Protestant. When his Catholic family shut him out, the Protestants took him in. They were the ones who made sure William had enough to eat, who taught him to speak French. And for all the thanks William had towards his father, for taking him in and teaching him and letting William live, he could not but feel indifferent towards the Catholics, who would shun him as a heretic.
"Protestant." William said, his head held high. There was a time to bow down, but this was not the time. The man did not look angry, but raised the back of his hand to William's cheek. It stung, more than William had expected for such an aging noble, and he reached for his cheek in shock.
"I asked, what religion are you?" Now, he seemed angry, putting emphasis on his words as if each was a slap to the head. But William had never been good at sucking up to authority, and he could not compromise the one thing that truly belonged to him - his god. "Protestant." William said again, the same resolve in his voice.
This time, the man smacked him harder, pushing William to the ground. He got to his knees and the man kneeled down, holding onto William's shoulder, as if threatening to push his head into the ground. "What religion are you boy?!" He shouted, shaking William's shoulder so his fragile frame shook from head to hips. William furrowed his eyebrows at the man and looked down. He closed his eyes for a second, as if giving in. "Catholic." He said finally.
"Good. Heretics burn in hell, remember that." The man said, finally releasing William, who got up by himself. This was not his home, and these were not his people.
She seems perfectly friendly if you ask me.
Not all of them, William– do give them a chance. You might find yourself surprised by just how interesting they can be. So… what have you been doing, since you arrived? Something noteworthy, I hope?
Excuse my manners - most of them. Unfortunately, I’ve yet to be surprised. The most impressive thing about this place is the castle itself. Not much, if I’m to be honest. How’s your husband?
“It’s a journal actually not mine but someon I knew who passed away and gave it to me, and I’d hate to admit it but it’s actually fairly interesting.”
Why would you hate to admit such a thing? I would think the passing of someone would be a somber event.
“Thank you. And again I am deeply sorry.”
Apology accepted.
“I have no idea how I am not going to get lost here. This place is so big.” she said looking around the halls.
It is indeed very big. I’ve gotten lost more than once, although I’ve been lucky enough to find my way back.
At least in Barbary we had more than one season– here it is as if there is just one, the rainy. Ah yes, which is why I have decided there is to be no more outside for me until such a time as the storm passes.
Well I should hope that the seasons are not like the people here, rather boring if you ask me. That seems like a wise decision, Makeda.
