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HelpRe: Saphir's Renaissance KUY Congrats - Round 1
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DH [27]: Tommaso Alessandro Lucetti
DW [26]: Filippa Caterina (Pirovano) Lucetti
DS1 [4]: Niccolaio Filippo Lucetti "Nico"
DS2 [1]: Luca Michele Lucetti
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DH [25]: Niccolaio Giovanni Lucetti
DW [27]: Simona Isabetta (Roselli) Lucetti
DS1 [4]: Alessandro Piero Lucetti
DD1 [3]: Isabetta Pia Lucetti
DD2 [1]: Maddalena Simona Lucetti
DS2 [0]: Giovanni Matteo Lucetti
Tommaso & Filippa: Niccolaio "Nico", Luca
Niccolaio & Simona: Alessandro, Isabetta, Maddalena, Giovanni
In 1329, a terrible plague hits Milan. A man and a woman return to their home - if you can call a collapsing flat of two rooms a home - and try to suppress their sobs. They have just buried their youngest child, right next to her older brother and sister. They move from what passes as a kitchen into what passes as a bedroom, where their two surviving sons lie. They are pale, feverish, the dreaded welts across their necks an awful reminder of their condition. The man and the woman do their best to cool their sons' sweaty foreheads, force some water down their throats, and then return to their bedside vigil. They speak in hushed tones:
"They're going to die, Bernardo. We can't do anything to stop it."
"They can't. Surely someone can help us?"
The woman lets out a bitter laugh.
"No one can help us but the Duke and his physicians, and we all know where they are. Safely tucked away in the hills, where the plague can't reach them. Where they can't face God's retribution for their own unlawful rule."
"Maddalena... you can't say such things. They'll have you killed."
She scoffs.
"They'd have to enter the city first."
"This is besides the point. We must do something to save our boys, Maddalena."
"And what do you suggest? Storming the palace, taking-- taking what they have left..." She trails off. "That's just it. We storm the palace. Take their supplies. Show to them that God has given them no right over this city."
Bernardo pales.
"Maddalena, this is madness. You cannot possibly suggest such a-"
Maddalena stands up and hurries out of the bedroom. Her husband follows, with one last sad look at their sons.
***
Six months later, the plague is gone, and so is Duke Delmonico. The coward fled to Venice, too afraid to face the justice of his own people. His palace has been converted - what was once a grand ballroom is now the meeting place of the people. Debates are held, a rowdy business, and laws are passed which repeal any right the Delmonico family once had over Milan. It is a city of the people now - but Maddalena is clever (unfortunately, the same cannot be said about her husband). She quietly makes herself indespensible to the running of the city. She is liked, respected, said to always be on the side of justice and of the people, and so no one thinks anything wrong when she suggests her younger son, Giovanni, be made leader of debates. And no one suspects a thing when her elder son, Alessandro, receives a marriage offer from the richest bank in all Italy.
Alessandro is 23, tall and dark-haired, and he carries himself with no small amount of pride. His wife-to-be, Cristina, is only 19. She is the only child of her family - a quiet, unassuming girl with a sweet face and sharp eyes. Their wedding is the first time they meet. As they stand, half-listening to the priest behind them, each analyses the other, and likes what they find. Cristina sees that Alessandro is confident (he would be arrogant, she thinks, if it wasn't for his mother), ambitious, willing to take a risk. Alessandro sees that Cristina is intelligent, calculating, and has spent her whole life learning the ways of the bank.
They make an excellent team.
***
70 years and three generations later, the bank is thriving. Tommaso Lucetti is much like his great grandmother - reserved, analytical, shrewd. It would be fair to assume that he is not the most loving of husbands or fathers; however, the importance of a loyal family has long been a core value of the Lucetti. His wife Filippa is determined and self-assured in all that she does, including raising their two children, Niccolaio and Luca. Nico, as he's known, is named for Tommaso's younger brother, Niccolaio. Niccolaio is perhaps his brother's opposite in every regard. He is no less intelligent, but seems to have gotten charisma for the both of them - he spends his nights at parties in the city with the rest of high society. Or certainly, he used to. At one such party, he met Simona, a beautiful, vivacious, kind-hearted girl. One thing led to another, and a few months later she was expecting a child. A rushed marriage followed, and now caring for four children under the age of four rather limits partying opportunities.
The family stay in a beautiful house, near to the former Duke's palace and the meeting place of the people; speaking of the Duke, his descendants, although lacking noble titles, still hold money and prestige in Venice. They are sworn to take back Milan, which they consider to be rightfully theirs. The Lucetti have no intentions of letting such a thing happen.
Il nous faut de l'audace, et encore de l'audace, et toujours de l'audace !
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DW [26]: Filippa Caterina (Pirovano) Lucetti
DS1 [4]: Niccolaio Filippo Lucetti "Nico"
DS2 [1]: Luca Michele Lucetti
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DH [25]: Niccolaio Giovanni Lucetti
DW [27]: Simona Isabetta (Roselli) Lucetti
DS1 [4]: Alessandro Piero Lucetti
DD1 [3]: Isabetta Pia Lucetti
DD2 [1]: Maddalena Simona Lucetti
DS2 [0]: Giovanni Matteo Lucetti
Tommaso & Filippa: Niccolaio "Nico", Luca
Niccolaio & Simona: Alessandro, Isabetta, Maddalena, Giovanni
In 1329, a terrible plague hits Milan. A man and a woman return to their home - if you can call a collapsing flat of two rooms a home - and try to suppress their sobs. They have just buried their youngest child, right next to her older brother and sister. They move from what passes as a kitchen into what passes as a bedroom, where their two surviving sons lie. They are pale, feverish, the dreaded welts across their necks an awful reminder of their condition. The man and the woman do their best to cool their sons' sweaty foreheads, force some water down their throats, and then return to their bedside vigil. They speak in hushed tones:
"They're going to die, Bernardo. We can't do anything to stop it."
"They can't. Surely someone can help us?"
The woman lets out a bitter laugh.
"No one can help us but the Duke and his physicians, and we all know where they are. Safely tucked away in the hills, where the plague can't reach them. Where they can't face God's retribution for their own unlawful rule."
"Maddalena... you can't say such things. They'll have you killed."
She scoffs.
"They'd have to enter the city first."
"This is besides the point. We must do something to save our boys, Maddalena."
"And what do you suggest? Storming the palace, taking-- taking what they have left..." She trails off. "That's just it. We storm the palace. Take their supplies. Show to them that God has given them no right over this city."
Bernardo pales.
"Maddalena, this is madness. You cannot possibly suggest such a-"
Maddalena stands up and hurries out of the bedroom. Her husband follows, with one last sad look at their sons.
***
Six months later, the plague is gone, and so is Duke Delmonico. The coward fled to Venice, too afraid to face the justice of his own people. His palace has been converted - what was once a grand ballroom is now the meeting place of the people. Debates are held, a rowdy business, and laws are passed which repeal any right the Delmonico family once had over Milan. It is a city of the people now - but Maddalena is clever (unfortunately, the same cannot be said about her husband). She quietly makes herself indespensible to the running of the city. She is liked, respected, said to always be on the side of justice and of the people, and so no one thinks anything wrong when she suggests her younger son, Giovanni, be made leader of debates. And no one suspects a thing when her elder son, Alessandro, receives a marriage offer from the richest bank in all Italy.
Alessandro is 23, tall and dark-haired, and he carries himself with no small amount of pride. His wife-to-be, Cristina, is only 19. She is the only child of her family - a quiet, unassuming girl with a sweet face and sharp eyes. Their wedding is the first time they meet. As they stand, half-listening to the priest behind them, each analyses the other, and likes what they find. Cristina sees that Alessandro is confident (he would be arrogant, she thinks, if it wasn't for his mother), ambitious, willing to take a risk. Alessandro sees that Cristina is intelligent, calculating, and has spent her whole life learning the ways of the bank.
They make an excellent team.
***
70 years and three generations later, the bank is thriving. Tommaso Lucetti is much like his great grandmother - reserved, analytical, shrewd. It would be fair to assume that he is not the most loving of husbands or fathers; however, the importance of a loyal family has long been a core value of the Lucetti. His wife Filippa is determined and self-assured in all that she does, including raising their two children, Niccolaio and Luca. Nico, as he's known, is named for Tommaso's younger brother, Niccolaio. Niccolaio is perhaps his brother's opposite in every regard. He is no less intelligent, but seems to have gotten charisma for the both of them - he spends his nights at parties in the city with the rest of high society. Or certainly, he used to. At one such party, he met Simona, a beautiful, vivacious, kind-hearted girl. One thing led to another, and a few months later she was expecting a child. A rushed marriage followed, and now caring for four children under the age of four rather limits partying opportunities.
The family stay in a beautiful house, near to the former Duke's palace and the meeting place of the people; speaking of the Duke, his descendants, although lacking noble titles, still hold money and prestige in Venice. They are sworn to take back Milan, which they consider to be rightfully theirs. The Lucetti have no intentions of letting such a thing happen.
Il nous faut de l'audace, et encore de l'audace, et toujours de l'audace !
http://www.behindthename.com/pnl/185597
My PNL!
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