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HelpRe: Renaissance Italy Congrats (Round 1)
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DH: Prospero Marsilio Ulisse da Vigo (22)
DW: Tullia Novella da Vigo (18)
DS or DD: Gianfrancesco Ottavio Giovanni da Vigo or Ippolita Madelena Isabetta da Vigo (exp)
DH: Jacopo Fiorentino Crivelli (20)
DW: Anastasia Belloza Crivelli (20)
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Prospero met Tullia by pure chance. On one of his trips back into the city, he grew deathly ill, falling at her feet. Tullia, having lived all her life on the streets, knew some little secrets to nurse him back to full health. From the moment Prospero first awoke from his sickly stupor and saw her face clearly, he fell in love with Tullia.
Tullia never had the prettiest of faces. As skinny as humanly possible without falling ill from malnourishment, her street life hardened her features while softening her heart. She often took in others who appeared in need of aid, having little to offer them herself. What Prospero saw in her, though, superseded physical beauty. Prospero saw the interior beauty of her kindness.
Whereas Prospero knew from that first moment that he loved this woman, Tullia took some convincing. She knew from his clothing who he was and a poor street rat could never marry a rich merchant, no matter how much she thought she might love him. Which she did. Caring for him in his sickness showed her the man in all his strengths and all his weaknesses and she could see how big his heart truly was. She wished she could have him all to herself, but she knew no one could ever except them.
But Prospero pushed and prodded and urged and begged. He serenaded her with a thousand reasons why she should marry him, Tullia responding with a thousand and one reasons why she shouldn't. Prospero could see the pain her rejection caused her own heart, the sparkle he once knew to dance in her eyes dulling with every further rejection. Finally, one day, he pulled out his last resort.
He met with Tullia on the streets in the middle of the city where everyone could see them. He presented her with flowers, a ring tied in the center. "Tullia, you brought life back to my dying corpse," he proclaimed, falling at her feet. "You brought love to my life and joy to my joyless days. You drone on about appearances and how a marriage between us would ruin us both, but I care nought about such things, my dearest. I care only about you. Take my hand, take my ring, take my life, my love, for I want no one else but you."
Hyper aware of the attention on her, Tullia drew Prospero to his feet and ducked around a corner with him. Lecturing him, she beat around the bush as regarding his question. Only when he pressed her again, did she respond. "Fine," she sighed, holding back laughter at his insistance, "but know that when we become the mockery of the city, I tried to save you."
"Tullia, I do not need saving from the glances and name calling of those who matter so little," he assured her, taking her by the hand. "But you will be my bride?" Tullia nodded.
Shortly after their wedding day, Prospero received news of his grandfather's passing. A man ahead of his time, Lord Agnolo had raised Prospero and given his blessing to Prospero's marriage to Tullia. The news saddened both greatly when they heard of his death, but Tullia, the street smart woman she was, urged Prospero to take up residence at the estate, having heard of the devastation caused by the plagues running amok.
Their journey to Formaggio stayed relatively quiet, until Tullia fell ill, only to discover upon their arrival at the estate the reason for her illness. Tullia and Prospero had conceived a child. At Prospero's insistance, Tullia has taken a handmaiden to assist her as her pregnancy progresses.
Anastasia Crivelli was more than willing to volunteer. Her mother before her helped raise the children of the estate and Anastasia knew children better than anyone. Her husband, Jacopo, wasn't as thrilled at her selection as she was. Married more out of convenience than love, Jacopo would prefer his wife stay away from the estate family. He had never had good run-ins with them before and he wanted his wife to stay his wife and carry on his name and give him children more than he wanted her to have a life of her own.
A spitfire spirit, Anastasia insisted that she help Tullia, despite her husband's protests. She had never liked him much and most nights would sleep away from him instead of with him, so acting as the handmaiden of Tullia allowed her to live her own life and spend more time away from Jacopo. It wasn't that he was unpleasant or that he did anything to hurt her. Anastasia had just always preferred someone that wasn't... well, Jacopo.
Since beginning to help Tullia, Anastasia became close friends with the other woman. Tullia felt she could trust Anastasia, having come from a similar peasant background. Anastasia became like an older sister to Tullia, a mentor in the ways of the estate.
DW: Tullia Novella da Vigo (18)
DS or DD: Gianfrancesco Ottavio Giovanni da Vigo or Ippolita Madelena Isabetta da Vigo (exp)
DH: Jacopo Fiorentino Crivelli (20)
DW: Anastasia Belloza Crivelli (20)
***
Prospero met Tullia by pure chance. On one of his trips back into the city, he grew deathly ill, falling at her feet. Tullia, having lived all her life on the streets, knew some little secrets to nurse him back to full health. From the moment Prospero first awoke from his sickly stupor and saw her face clearly, he fell in love with Tullia.
Tullia never had the prettiest of faces. As skinny as humanly possible without falling ill from malnourishment, her street life hardened her features while softening her heart. She often took in others who appeared in need of aid, having little to offer them herself. What Prospero saw in her, though, superseded physical beauty. Prospero saw the interior beauty of her kindness.
Whereas Prospero knew from that first moment that he loved this woman, Tullia took some convincing. She knew from his clothing who he was and a poor street rat could never marry a rich merchant, no matter how much she thought she might love him. Which she did. Caring for him in his sickness showed her the man in all his strengths and all his weaknesses and she could see how big his heart truly was. She wished she could have him all to herself, but she knew no one could ever except them.
But Prospero pushed and prodded and urged and begged. He serenaded her with a thousand reasons why she should marry him, Tullia responding with a thousand and one reasons why she shouldn't. Prospero could see the pain her rejection caused her own heart, the sparkle he once knew to dance in her eyes dulling with every further rejection. Finally, one day, he pulled out his last resort.
He met with Tullia on the streets in the middle of the city where everyone could see them. He presented her with flowers, a ring tied in the center. "Tullia, you brought life back to my dying corpse," he proclaimed, falling at her feet. "You brought love to my life and joy to my joyless days. You drone on about appearances and how a marriage between us would ruin us both, but I care nought about such things, my dearest. I care only about you. Take my hand, take my ring, take my life, my love, for I want no one else but you."
Hyper aware of the attention on her, Tullia drew Prospero to his feet and ducked around a corner with him. Lecturing him, she beat around the bush as regarding his question. Only when he pressed her again, did she respond. "Fine," she sighed, holding back laughter at his insistance, "but know that when we become the mockery of the city, I tried to save you."
"Tullia, I do not need saving from the glances and name calling of those who matter so little," he assured her, taking her by the hand. "But you will be my bride?" Tullia nodded.
Shortly after their wedding day, Prospero received news of his grandfather's passing. A man ahead of his time, Lord Agnolo had raised Prospero and given his blessing to Prospero's marriage to Tullia. The news saddened both greatly when they heard of his death, but Tullia, the street smart woman she was, urged Prospero to take up residence at the estate, having heard of the devastation caused by the plagues running amok.
Their journey to Formaggio stayed relatively quiet, until Tullia fell ill, only to discover upon their arrival at the estate the reason for her illness. Tullia and Prospero had conceived a child. At Prospero's insistance, Tullia has taken a handmaiden to assist her as her pregnancy progresses.
Anastasia Crivelli was more than willing to volunteer. Her mother before her helped raise the children of the estate and Anastasia knew children better than anyone. Her husband, Jacopo, wasn't as thrilled at her selection as she was. Married more out of convenience than love, Jacopo would prefer his wife stay away from the estate family. He had never had good run-ins with them before and he wanted his wife to stay his wife and carry on his name and give him children more than he wanted her to have a life of her own.
A spitfire spirit, Anastasia insisted that she help Tullia, despite her husband's protests. She had never liked him much and most nights would sleep away from him instead of with him, so acting as the handmaiden of Tullia allowed her to live her own life and spend more time away from Jacopo. It wasn't that he was unpleasant or that he did anything to hurt her. Anastasia had just always preferred someone that wasn't... well, Jacopo.
Since beginning to help Tullia, Anastasia became close friends with the other woman. Tullia felt she could trust Anastasia, having come from a similar peasant background. Anastasia became like an older sister to Tullia, a mentor in the ways of the estate.
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