Post by venecianovargas on Dec 30, 2010 5:26:53 GMT -5
1499
The end of the first Italian war felt like mere days when an interesting request from France`s Louis XII was sent to Veneto. In the request it asked for Venice’s` assistance in aiding France in claiming the duchy of Milan as its own. This proposal had ignited some controversy between several of the governing men however, it hadn`t taken much time for the republic to come to a decision. Especially when taking into account the rivalry between both duchies. They weren’t always on the best of terms and most of the time it was pure competition between the two. They were things such as who was richer, who stronger or who was more influential.
Feliciano, being of young age, didn`t quite understand completely what was going on but could feel something amiss with the decision made. Italian states should stick together rather than oppose each other. If the duchies in Italy were to prosper wouldn`t it be better if they all worked together supporting each other rather than fighting each other. There was a strange feeling that consumed the small Italian; one that warned of a devastating event soon to come.
This small Italian boy was no ordinary boy. He had outlived most of the Doges of Venice and had lived through many wars that have occurred between the several states in Europe. He had seen nations form and nations die and the complete change of a culture. There was no doubt in anyone`s mind that this boy was special. They weren`t sure in what way but there was something about him that caused the people of Venice to take care of him and assure his security.
Feliciano had been sitting on the Doge`s lap, swinging his legs as the `grown ups` made the decisions. The Doge was fond of Feliciano and had made it a point for the boy to sit through all their meetings so he was aware of the decisions being made. Of course, Feliciano was still much too small for the men of the consul to take his opinions seriously but now and then they would listen to the boy. However, upon receiving such a request from France, the auburn haired Italian was only permitted to listen.
Agostino Barbarigo smiled down at the curious boy staring up at him and patted him on the head. “Feliciano, there are men from France who should be arriving sometime soon.” The Doge began, noting how brown eyes lit up in excitement. “Could you greet them at the gate for me?”
Feliciano leapt from the Doge’s lap nodding vigorously. “Si, si signor!~” He cried out in excitement. “That’s easy!!” He exclaimed already exiting the meeting hall and making his way down a flight of stairs and towards the main gate. If men from France were coming than that certainly meant that Francis would be tagging along with them. Feliciano’s smile widened as he found himself in front of the now open gate. He would not leave the gate until he caught site of Francis. That was what Feliciano told himself. It had been a while since the Doge allowed him to properly greet the Frenchman. Usually during times like these and especially after a war the young Italian would be accompanied by guards or not permitted to go out at all. Venice didn’t want to take chances in losing him because no one was sure what would happen if he were to go missing.
Feliciano knew that any minute now France would ride up. The tall blond would possibly be on a black stallion or even better a beautiful white horse. He’d also be wearing a nice cape that would flow majestically in the wind. It would be like a scenery from a famous painting. He was shaking with anticipation much like a child on Christmas. Feliciano really hoped Francis wouldn’t be much longer since he really hated waiting.
"Fratello Francia...where are you?"
Red = Feliciano
Blue = Humans
Here's my first post. Hope this works and France please take your time. I know you have lots of other threads so don't rush it. It's just to get this started. : )
The end of the first Italian war felt like mere days when an interesting request from France`s Louis XII was sent to Veneto. In the request it asked for Venice’s` assistance in aiding France in claiming the duchy of Milan as its own. This proposal had ignited some controversy between several of the governing men however, it hadn`t taken much time for the republic to come to a decision. Especially when taking into account the rivalry between both duchies. They weren’t always on the best of terms and most of the time it was pure competition between the two. They were things such as who was richer, who stronger or who was more influential.
Feliciano, being of young age, didn`t quite understand completely what was going on but could feel something amiss with the decision made. Italian states should stick together rather than oppose each other. If the duchies in Italy were to prosper wouldn`t it be better if they all worked together supporting each other rather than fighting each other. There was a strange feeling that consumed the small Italian; one that warned of a devastating event soon to come.
This small Italian boy was no ordinary boy. He had outlived most of the Doges of Venice and had lived through many wars that have occurred between the several states in Europe. He had seen nations form and nations die and the complete change of a culture. There was no doubt in anyone`s mind that this boy was special. They weren`t sure in what way but there was something about him that caused the people of Venice to take care of him and assure his security.
Feliciano had been sitting on the Doge`s lap, swinging his legs as the `grown ups` made the decisions. The Doge was fond of Feliciano and had made it a point for the boy to sit through all their meetings so he was aware of the decisions being made. Of course, Feliciano was still much too small for the men of the consul to take his opinions seriously but now and then they would listen to the boy. However, upon receiving such a request from France, the auburn haired Italian was only permitted to listen.
Agostino Barbarigo smiled down at the curious boy staring up at him and patted him on the head. “Feliciano, there are men from France who should be arriving sometime soon.” The Doge began, noting how brown eyes lit up in excitement. “Could you greet them at the gate for me?”
Feliciano leapt from the Doge’s lap nodding vigorously. “Si, si signor!~” He cried out in excitement. “That’s easy!!” He exclaimed already exiting the meeting hall and making his way down a flight of stairs and towards the main gate. If men from France were coming than that certainly meant that Francis would be tagging along with them. Feliciano’s smile widened as he found himself in front of the now open gate. He would not leave the gate until he caught site of Francis. That was what Feliciano told himself. It had been a while since the Doge allowed him to properly greet the Frenchman. Usually during times like these and especially after a war the young Italian would be accompanied by guards or not permitted to go out at all. Venice didn’t want to take chances in losing him because no one was sure what would happen if he were to go missing.
Feliciano knew that any minute now France would ride up. The tall blond would possibly be on a black stallion or even better a beautiful white horse. He’d also be wearing a nice cape that would flow majestically in the wind. It would be like a scenery from a famous painting. He was shaking with anticipation much like a child on Christmas. Feliciano really hoped Francis wouldn’t be much longer since he really hated waiting.
"Fratello Francia...where are you?"
Red = Feliciano
Blue = Humans
Here's my first post. Hope this works and France please take your time. I know you have lots of other threads so don't rush it. It's just to get this started. : )
