hello.

>>46630441
>Wake Francesca and tell her Edward made breakfast.

>>46630602
Oyster pls.

>>46630441
>Wake Francesca and tell her you made breakfast.

Breaking the tie in 5 minutes.

>>46630743
save your time, i am not samefagging.

>Wake Francesca and tell her you made breakfast.

Oyster omelette

>>46630441
>>Wake Francesca and tell her you made breakfast.

>>46630441
>>Wake Francesca and tell her you made breakfast.

>>46630820
>Wake Francesca and tell her you made breakfast.

You got up from the bed, walking over to the plates resting on the cold floor. You never really realized just how cold the stones were. Upon closer inspection of the food, you notice that the bread is still quite fresh. You’re not sure how he did it, but apparently your adopted son managed to scrounge some ducats together and buy bread. You walk over to the bed, setting down one of the plates on the nightstand.

With your free hand, you gently shake Francesca. You’d never get tired of watching her wake up, her curly brown hair an absolute mess, her bright blue eyes sleepily looking around. She sat up, lazily rubbing her eyes. “Good morning.”

She returned a smile, taking the plate as you held it out for her. “I made some breakfast for us.” She still hadn’t said anything, just quietly eating the bread. You reached for your own plate, simply eating in silence.

After the two of you finished the surprisingly tasty meal, she finally spoke. “We’ll have a lot of explaining to do.” You couldn’t help but feel somewhat confused, as she put the plate away and playfully scratched your mustache. “Why I haven’t been home. We aren’t exactly the spitting image of courtly love.” You sigh, placing your hands on her sides. “Do you think a bottle of wine will settle your father down? I still have some from 1085.”

She giggled, shaking her head “You’ll need your wits, Domi.” Twenty minutes later, the two of you were standing outside.

>Go to the shop.
>Go to the warehouse.
>Go to the Boboni estate.

>>46630870
>Go to the Boboni estate.

>>46630870
>Go to the Boboni estate.

>>46631118
>Go to the Boboni estate.

You figured that every hour you didn’t speak to Mario Boboni; he’d get a little madder. Going there as soon as possible was arguably the best choice you could make right now. The two of you set out for her father’s house.

After about twenty minutes, you had a vague sense of déjà vu. The two of you turned a corner, and bumped into a shape. The shape stumbled back, cursing in Italian. Once your eyes finally locked on the person, you recognized her. And then it all made sense; the feeling of familiarity and having experienced this once before. Matilda of Florence folded her arms, looking at the two of you with a frown on her face. “Barba—Domenico?” She raised an eyebrow, looking between you and Francesca for a couple of moments.

>Pretend you don’t know her.
>Introduce Francesca to her.

>>46631307
>Introduce Francesca to her.

She just said our name. Pretending would probably just make it worse.

>>46631307
>>Introduce Francesca to her

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>>46631381
>Introduce Francesca to her.

For a few moments, you weren’t exactly sure what to do with the situation. While you had found Matilda somewhat attractive, you’d never been able to reliably find her and have a conversation. She always seemed to be leading you on. You suddenly snap out of your thoughts, smiling. “Lady Matila, a pleasure to see you again.” You look over to Francesca.

“I’d like you to meet my fiancé, Francesca Boboni.” After you finished, she let go of your arm and took a few steps forwards, giving Matilda a curtsy. “I can’t say that Domenico has told me about you. Might I ask.. who you are?” Suddenly, the shrewd Francesca came out again. Matilda didn’t seem to be insulted, although you figured that she was good at hiding her intentions. “Ah, I met him at the Doge’s Palace once. He was still wearing rags at the time.”

You couldn’t help but feel a little ashamed at that. Not two weeks ago, you looked like an absolute bum. But now? You looked more fashionable than the King of France. You suddenly snap out of your daydream. “But Domenico never told me he was engaged.” Her tone hinted at some kind of disappointment. “After all, I figured that he’d be looking for me.” She added, in a very low, sultry tone.

You noticed that Francesca was looking a little angry. You figured that it was mostly directed at Matilda.

>Leave before things escalate.
>Let the two of them go at it.

Slow thread, still.

>>46631595
>>Leave before things escalate.
I kinda want to say something about her being hard to find but not dissmissive of Franny. I can't into words.

>>46631595
>Let the two of them go at it.

Lets get some popcorn

>>46631595
Maybe you should announce on twitter that thread is up

>>46631595
>Leave before things escalate.

>>46631731
My bad. Train had some delays and I barely had the thread up in time, didn't think about twitter.

>>46631832
>Leave before things escalate.

You quickly step between the two ladies, speaking. “I think it’s best if we get moving, Francesca. We don’t want to be late for our appointment.” You shot her a ‘play along’ look, hoping she’d catch on. Francesca straightened her back after giving a single nod. She took your arm again, as the two of you turned to Matilda. For some reason, she looked quite amused.

Just as you were about to say something, she leaned in and spoke in that low, sultry tone again. “If she gets boring, you can come and find me again.” You could feel yourself getting redder, at the same time feeling Francesca’s grip on your tightening. Apparently, she was trying to contain her anger. “Don’t count on it.” And with that, the two of you left.

A little ways down the road, Francesca let out a soft sigh. “I don’t like it when other people try to.. You know, take you from me.” That was a side you hadn’t seen before. “You know that I wouldn’t do that, Franny.” The rest of the walk was spent in silence.

After some time, you finally arrive at the Boboni estate. You couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious.

>Drop Francesca off.
>Enter with Francesca.

>>46631839
>>Enter with Francesca

>>46631839
>>Enter with Francesca.

>>46631839
>>Enter with Francesca.

>>46631839
>Drop Francesca off.

And go find Matilda

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>>46631945
>Enter with Francesca.

After taking a few deep breaths, you led Francesca through the gates and up the stairs. She gave you a comforting half-hug, before opening the massive oak doors leading into the hallway. You seemed to be out of luck, as Mario Boboni came down the stairs at that very moment. He gave you an angry glare, before turning to Francesca. “Daughter! Good to see you again. I was getting worried.” And once again, there was another glare.

You shifted around a little bit, letting go of Francesca as she approached her father. You clasped your hands behind your back, looking straight ahead. The two of them hugged for a brief moment, before Mario walked over to you. He spoke through grit teeth, staring you in the eyes. “Let’s speak in private, shall we?” You couldn’t help but give a single nod. The man walked up the stairs, and you solemnly followed. You shot Francesca a slightly sad look, one she returned.

Moments later, the heavy door closed behind you. Mario Boboni moved over to his decorated seat, sitting down and staring at you. Once again, you remained quiet until spoken to.

“Well, are you going to explain me why my daughter has been coming home sporadically?”

>Tell him about your engagement.
>Ask him for his permission to marry her.
>Confess everything about you and Francesca.

>>46632119
>Ask him for his permission to marry her.

>>46632119
>>Ask him for his permission to marry her.

>>46632119
>>Ask him for his permission to marry her.

>>46632119
>Ask him for his permission to marry her.

>>46632260
>Ask him for his permission to marry her.

Getting to the point was risky, but it could definitely pay off. You decided to ignore his previous question. “I’m here to ask for your permission to marry Francesca.” You swallow after speaking. You were afraid that the man would get up and strangle you, then and there. His expression suddenly softened, as he got up with a smile. Was he just faking it all along?

Mario approached you, looking you over a few times. “Countless men have turned her down in the past. I thought about sending her off to become a nun, but..” He put his hand on your shoulder, a bit rougher than you’d expected. “It seems like my patience has been rewarded. Yes, you have my permission to marry her.” He held out his free hand.

You grinned, fairly sure that you were about to explode from excitement. “You won’t regret it, Master Boboni.” You say, clasping the man’s free hand with both of yours. “But.” He suddenly interjected. “If I hear that you’re mistreating her, I’ll personally come find you. And I’ll make sure you won’t walk again.” The threat sounded awfully serious. Within a moment, he was laughing again.

“Have a seat, boy. We’ll discuss everything.” You complied, and the two of you discussed the procedures for a couple of hours. You learned that Francesca’s dowry consisted of two ships, and a sum of three-hundred ducats. That’d be a dowry fit for a princess, you imagined. After some more discussions, the big question finally came up.

“When will you have the wedding?”

>In three days.
>Next week.
>Two weeks from now.
>A month from now.

>>46632374
>In three days.

>>46632374
>>Next week.
We need a little time to set up a nice wedding

>>46632374
>>Next week.
If it cannot be arranged in time then
>>Two weeks from now.
Your daughter has helped me in business already.

>>46632119
>Ask him for his permission to marry her.

I have fallen madly in love with her and we find it difficult to spend time apart

>>46632374
>Next week.

We already have a priest who would like to officiate, he is concerned God will call upon him before the year is out though. Some haste, for his sake, might be prudent.

(teach me for not updating the page before posting)

>>46632482
>Next week

You think on that for a few moments, taking a sip from the fine wine that one of the servants had brought in. It must’ve been a vintage from 1082. You could swear you’ve had one of those before. After some deliberation, you finally spoke. “I think that next week could be good. It’s not like I have a lot of people to invite. Although, we’ll have to make sure if that’s something Francesca could agree to.”

You quickly continue. “I never really dreamed of a large wedding. She might have.” Mario nodded, leaning back in his chair and scratching the thick stubble growing on his chin. “I’ll make sure that the tailors get her measurements, make her a nice dress.” He grinned somewhat, looking towards one of the paintings on the wall. It depicted a young couple, maybe mid-twenties, who you assumed to be Mario Boboni and his wife. Then it dawned on you; you knew incredibly little of her family. “The first wedding in the family in over sixteen years.”

That struck you as somewhat odd. Wasn’t Francesca twenty? Could one of Mario’s siblings have married? Another of his children?

>Ask more about the family.
>Go find Francesca.

>>46632596
>>Ask more about the family.
His is going to be our father-in-law, we should play nice

>>46632596
>>Ask more about the family.

>>46632596
>Ask more about the family.

>>46632596
>Ask more about the family

>>46632837
>Ask more about the family.

“A portrait of you and Lady Boboni on your wedding day?” You ask after a moment of silence. Your father-in-law looked back at you, giving a nod. “I’ll always remember that day. The moment she walked down that long aisle. When we said our vows.” You thought you could spot a hint of sadness on the man’s face, as he continued to speak. “She gave birth to four children.” He paused, sighing. “Only two of which are still alive.” Aha! Francesca had a sibling.

Mario turned to look at you, noticing your look of surprise. “You didn’t know, did you?” He chuckled, taking a large sip from his wine. “She’s got a brother. He’s a year younger, and is currently in charge of my fleets.” You down the rest of your wine. “So, I take it he’s in-and-out of Venice a lot?” You ask. It was met with a nod, and yet another story. “He’s not slated to inherit, either. Due to some… unfortunate accidents, he sired a pair of children with a patrician’s daughter.” He paused, finishing his wine as well. “She was disowned. I just cut him out of the inheritance.”

You were about to speak, but Mario apparently read your mind. “That means that Francesca is my heir, yes. Speaking of Francesca, shouldn’t you be breaking the news to her?” You slowly get up from the chair, looking out the window for the first time in hours. It looked like the sun was setting already. Had it been that long? That’s also when you noticed the three empty wine bottles. Damn.

“I’ll come by sometime this week, so we can set a proper date for the wedding.” Surprisingly, this didn’t come from your mouth, but from Mario’s. The two of you bid your goodbyes, and you left the Boboni office.

To your left was Francesca’s room. To your right was the balcony overlooking the gardens. She could be at either place.

>Go to her room.
>Go to the balcony.

>>46633104
>Go to her room.

>>46633104
>Go to the balcony.

We are in her father's house and not yet married so this is the safer of the two options. Plus there's a good view

>>46633104
>>Go to the balcony.

>>46633104
Look out at the night, dreaming about the future.

>>46633104
>Go to the balcony.
>>46633104
Also OP do you do dice rolls? Or you just go about with the choices? Or do you just roll off screen,
Because their was no roll for the bribe

>>46633377
I'm absolutely awful with numbers. Besides, I'd have implemented a roll system if our occupation was guard. I just sort of go with what's balanced.

>>46633377
>Go to the balcony.

You decided that some fresh air would do you good. After all, you had quite a lot to drink. Everything felt so.. slow, but you could also hear just about everything. Or so you thought. Opening the door to the balcony, you notice that there’s absolutely no one standing on it. You sigh, hoping for a romantic moment with your fiancé at sundown. The gardens were lush, and you could spot quite a few exotic plants.

You looked up at the sun, wondering what made it go down every day. Could it be the hand of God at work? You figured those questions would be best left to the priests. After all, they knew the absolute truth, and nothing but the absolute truth. Still, you couldn’t help but feel like there was something about to happen. Something that would forever change the face of Christiantiy.

And the world.

Your drunken thoughts were disrupted by the sound of the door opening behind you. Francesca hummed a sweet tune as she moved to stand by you, resting her head against your shoulder. The two of you just silently stood there, holding hands. “How’d it go? Considering you’re alive, I’d say that it wasn’t all that bad.” She said after a few minutes of quiet.

You brought her hand – still firmly holding yours - up, placing a soft kiss on the back of hers. “We’re going to get married next week, Franny.” She looked up at you, giving a very wide smile, followed by a tight side-hug.

“I can’t wait.”

>[TIMESKIP AVAILABLE. SUMMARY OF THE SKIPPED TIME WILL BE GIVEN.]
>Go home. [END DAY]
>Spend the rest of the week working and planning. [FAST FORWARD TO NEXT WEEK]

>>46633455
>>Spend the rest of the week working and planning. [FAST FORWARD TO NEXT WEEK]

>>46633455
>Go home. [END DAY]

Time to do business.

>>46633455
>>Go home. [END DAY]
Let's plan stuff ourselves

>>46633516
Backing.

>>46633455
>Spend the rest of the week working and planning. [FAST FORWARD TO NEXT WEEK]

>>46633560
>Spend the rest of the week working and planning. [FAST FORWARD TO NEXT WEEK]

The week goes by quite uneventful. You spend most of the days sitting in the store, helping customers out when needed. With Desiderius gone, it looks like you won’t be getting a new piece of property until you find a new advisor. On the 20th of August, at the end of the day, William introduced you to a shipwrecked Greek they picked up off of the coast of Croatia. The Greek introduced himself as Constantine. You hired him as the new shopkeep, after he had shown to have a knack with numbers, moreso than Desiderius had.

You earned another 500 ducats from the latest shipment. Your current wealth is 1615 ducats.

>Thursday, 21st of August. Year of the Lord, 1095.

Today was it. The big day. The first day of the rest of your life. As you get out of bed, you move over to the crude mannequin, quickly changing into your most expensive clothes. You had stopped by Mauricio earlier that week, who reminded you that you still owed him a favour. Sporting your musketeer, and your regular hair, you looked quite dashing.

Edward had already gone ahead to the church, to help Father Federico prepare for the wedding. You couldn’t wait.

>Go to the church.
>Go to the shop first.

>>46633455
>Go home. [END DAY]

I'd like to be hands on with the planning

>>46633863
>>Go to the shop first.
Just a quick stop by

>>46633863
>Go to the church.

If there is any day to let business rest it is today

>>46633863
>>Go to the church.

>>46633863
>>Go to the church

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>>46633944
>Go to the church.

You figured that the guards outside the shop would ensure that the customers would come back tomorrow. As a safety precaution, you also sent a pair of guards to keep an eye on the surroundings around the church. Orsani hadn’t responded to the second theft of his shipment of weapons. Perhaps he really didn’t know. In any case, you were glad to have some more ducats to spend. With your planned purchase of your family’s old mansion, you couldn’t afford to miss a single coin.

Before you knew it, you arrived at the church. Six of your guards were positioned around the church, their hands permanently resting on the pommel of their swords. You noticed that three of them carried loaded crossbows on their backs. That left three guards at your store, and three at your warehouse. As you approached the steps to the church and looked inside, you could see that there was quite a gathering already. At the front sat Lady Boboni, along with Francesca’s brother. You assumed that the woman and two children next to him were his wife and kids.

Looking around, you could also spot Mauricio, sitting at one of the back rows. Moments later, you felt William’s gloved hand rest on your shoulder. He’d changed out of his regular gear of chainmail and the surcoat, and wore a pleasant-looking doublet. You noticed that both Michèl and Constantine were wearing the same as William; blue and gold. Your family colours.

“Are you ready for this, Domenico?”

>Go inside.
>Wait outside a bit longer.

>>46634310
>Go inside.

Here goes nothing.

>>46634310
>>Go inside

>>46634310
>>Go inside.

>>46634310
>Go inside.

>>46634621
>Go inside.

You took a deep breath, as you walked into the church. Your long blue cape flowing behind you as you walked down the aisle. Everyone turned to look at you, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. They were a couple of people you knew, and a good amount of the Boboni family’s friends. All in all, there were about forty people present. You were happy enough with it; extremely large weddings weren’t your thing anyways.

As you looked up at the altar, you saw Father Federico standing there, Edward by his side. For a change, the old man had actually managed to comb his beard. He looked quite frail, his free hand shaking every now and then. You also noticed that he’d had a little more trouble with speaking every now and then. You took your place at the altar, before turning around to look at the doors.

Moments later, you were blessed with a sight that you’d never forget. Dressed in an expensive, pure white dress, Francesca slowly made her way down the aisle, accompanied by her father. You couldn’t help but smile as she ascended the steps, standing next to you at the altar. You took both her hands, and gazed into her eyes. You could hear Father Federico speaking in the background.
You exchanged your vows, and then the moment of truth was there. As Father Federico began, you felt something nagging at the back of your head. It wasn’t a bad thought, however.

“I do.” Francesca’s voice rang out through the church. You could hear the old priest speaking again. You knew what he was saying, and you knew your answer.

>I do.
>Don’t say anything.

>>46634682
>I do.

>>46634682
>>I do.

>>46634682
>>I do.

>>46634682
>>I do.

>>46634784
>I do.

The words came out before you could even think of them.

“I do.”

You didn’t care anymore. You heard Father Federico bless the two of you, and giving you the permission to kiss her. You gladly did. A loud cheer erupted from the people in the church, as the two of you turned to face them, holding up a single, unified hand. You had entered the church as Domenico Particino, an up-and-coming trader. You were about to leave it as Domenico Particino, husband. Most of the rest of the day was spent feasting, with people wishing the two of you a fertile marriage.

But! There was still an important ceremony, one that you’d been dreading for the past week. The two of you would be herded off to the bedroom, where you were expected to consummate your marriage while a dozen people were listening.

>Carry on with the ceremony.
>Secretly sneak off with Francesca before the ceremony.

>>46634926
>Carry on with the ceremony.

>>46634926
>>Carry on with the ceremony.

>>46634926
>>Carry on with the ceremony.

>>46635055
>Carry on with the ceremony.

Sure enough, just after 8 PM, the two of you were rounded up by your friends. You look around, half-expecting Desiderius to be one of the first to egg you on. You were even about to begin looking for him, until it hit you again. It still hurt. Steadily, the two of you were carried and led to the bedroom. At that very moment, you realized that you’d never been inside Francesca’s chambers. Guess you were about to experience -something- new, at least.

Before long, it was just the two of you, standing inside of her bedroom. Surprisingly, the two of you still wore all your clothes. Rumours of the ceremony were apparently grossly exaggerated, as the tales you heard were quite… different. Despite everyone waiting outside, Francesca carefully led you to her bed.

>Friday, 22nd of August. Year of the Lord, 1095.

You felt different. Revitalized. As you lay on your back, looking up at the ceiling, you wondered what life would be like now. Would it really be all that different from the past two weeks? You couldn’t imagine they would be. “I wonder how long they waited outside.”

Francesca’s soft voice filled your ears, as she ran a finger up and down your chest. You couldn’t help but chuckle, closing your eyes again. “I’m sure they could hear you from downstairs.” You joke.

>Spend the rest of the day in bed. [ROLL D100]
>Get up. [ROLL D100]

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>46635195
>>Spend the rest of the day in bed. [ROLL D100]

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>46635195
>>Get up. [ROLL D100]

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>46635195
>Spend the rest of the day in bed.

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>46635195
>Spend the rest of the day in bed. [ROLL D100]

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>46635195
>Get up. [ROLL D100]

>>46635288
>Spend the rest of the day in bed. [ROLL D100]

>Friday 22nd of August. Year of the Lord, 1095.
>4 PM

After a long day in bed, the two of you finally decide to get out. While you had issues with standing up straight, it looked like Francesca had issues walking. The two of you got dressed in your most simple clothes, and headed down to the dining room. One of the servants brought half a roast, along with some tasty fruits. They were apparently imported from North Africa. “So, should we swing by the shop?” You quietly ask, cutting some of the roast.

Francesca sighed, looking down at herself. “I suppose so. Do you think that Greek can try and get us a bigger storefront?” You shrugged your shoulders. “I imagine we’ll need one, soon.” You simply reply.

Your quiet dinner was interrupted by the sound of the door opening, and heavy boots walking into the room. Before you knew it, you were being lifted up for a hug. “Welcome to the family, Domenico!” The bear of a man smelled like wine. You couldn’t get a good look of his face, but you imagined that it was Francesca’s brother. Once you were set down, you looked up a little, immediately noticing a fiery red beard with a shaven head. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that he was in his mid-thirties. Clearly, the sea hadn’t done him any good.

“So, how’s life as a married man?”

>Tiring.
>Fun.
>Can’t say, so far.

In which thread does Fran explain why she had so many marriage proposals rejected/?

>>46635465
>Fun.

>>46635477
It'll be explained in this thread. Next post, actually.

>>46635465
>Tiring.
>Fun.

Looks like I made the right choice

>>46635465
>>Fun.

>>46635465
>>Fun
But
>>Tiring

>>46635534
She used to be a man!

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>>46635602
>Fun
>Tiring

You slowly sit back down again, looking over to your fresh wife. “It’s… fun. But I think that I’ll have to stretch a lot more after today.” You couldn’t help but suppress a massive grin, which caused her to turn a bright red. Your new brother-in-law sat down at the head of the table, looking between the two of you. “You should’ve heard Francesca last year. She’d been turned down by yet another suitor and she didn’t know why.” He leaned on the table a bit, as Francesca raised her voice in protest. “That’s enough, Teodoro!”

It wasn’t enough to stop the story from being told. “This suitor thought that she was too timid. Then another one thought she was too aggressive. Yet another one thought she was too passive!” Teodoro burst out in a fit of laughter, leaning back in the chair again. Francesca looked humiliated, having put down her cutlery and buried her head in her hands. You glanced over to Teodoro, before sighing and moving around the table to comfort Francesca. You just hoped he was a better sailor than he was a sibling.

You wrap your arm around your wife, before realizing that.. Well, Teodoro had a point. You noticed that Francesca’s behavior changed when yours did. If you became a bit more aggressive, she’d begin to plot. If you remained ‘benevolent’, she’d just remain the same she always was. You hadn’t seen her being ‘too passive’ or ‘too timid’.

>Scold Teodoro.
>Comfort Francesca.

>>46635778
>>Comfort Francesca.
But tell him to knock it off. At least for the week.

>>46635778
>Comfort Francesca.

Your dynamics are what drew me to you in the first place, goodness knows I don't want some shallow painting for a wife

>>46635778
>>Comfort Francesca

>>46635778
>>Comfort Francesca.

>>46635907
>Comfort Francesca.

You moved a chair right next to your wife’s, pulling her just a little closer. As far as you could tell, she wasn’t crying. But she definitely seemed to be on the verge of doing so. You softly whispered in her ear, rubbing her shoulder affectionately. “I don’t care why they rejected you, Franny. You’re perfect to me. If I had ended up with some kind of shallow wife, I’d probably go on a pilgrimage and never return.”

That managed to do at least something, as she looked up from her hands with watery eyes, giving a very faint smile. “Thank you, Domi.” The moment was quickly interrupted by Teodoro, who got up from his chair. “Such a sweet moment. Now, excuse me… I do believe I have to be sick somewhere else.” You weren’t even sure if he was telling the truth or not. The fact that he still smelled like wine, about an entire day after the wedding, could point to him -actually- going to throw up somewhere.

The two of you just sat there for some time, until you decided to break the news. “Franny? I forgot to tell you something, last week.” You add in a dramatic pause. “I bought my old family’s mansion back. It still needs a bit of work, but.. If we put all about eighty percent of our ducats in it, it’d be much like this place.” You realized that spending 1532 ducats was a lot, but if it meant that your childhood home would be restored, well… It’d be worth it! You currently have 1915 ducats.

Francesca sighed softly, thinking it over. After a short time, she just leaned up and planted a soft kiss on your lips. “If we’re going to have children, we’re going to need a place. If we’re going to usurp the Orsanis, we’re going to need a palace from which we’ll reign.” She gave a sweet smile.

>Suggest going to the shop.
>Go back upstairs.
>Take a stroll through the gardens.

>>46636063
>>Suggest going to the shop.
Time to check the shop

>>46636063
>>Suggest going to the shop.

>>46636063
>>Suggest going to the shop.

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>>46636126
>Suggest going to the shop.

You slowly get up from the chair, stretching again. You still felt a bit sore, but you figured that it’d fade eventually. “Should we go take a look at the shop? I haven’t been there in three days now, and I’m wondering how it’s doing.” You give her a warm smile, holding out your arm for her.

Francesca took a few moments, looking at your arm, then down at herself. “I think I’m going to take a bath, first. I’ll be at the shop a bit later, and I’ll definitely be home tonight.” She leaned up, planting another kiss on your lips. You half-heartedly return it, already halfway out the room.

>[LATER]

You stroll up to the shop, noticing that it was still standing. The door was open, and you could see the Greek moving around inside. You take a deep breath, before walking into the store. “Evening, Constantine. Closing up?” It was around that time, anyways. The Greek nodded, speaking in a very light accent. “We had a busy day. Michèl even had to help me out at some point.”

You look around the store, noticing that quite a few wares had been sold. You’d need a new shipment of bread soon. Your eyes drifted over to the table. You could’ve sworn you just heard Desiderius’ voice coming from it. His chair still stood there, at the same place as before.

Before you could even realize it, you sat down at the head of the table, staring at the wall.

>Sit and wait.
>Offer Constantine Desiderius’ chair. [MAKE CONSTANTINE YOUR NEW ADVISOR]

>>46636284
>>Offer Constantine Desiderius’ chair. [MAKE CONSTANTINE YOUR NEW ADVISOR]
He is really good at numbers

>>46636284
>>46636349
Made a fuck-up. It should say.
>Offer Constantine Desiderius' chair. [MAKE CONSTANTINE YOUR RIGHT HAND MAN]

>>46636284
>>Offer Constantine Desiderius’ chair. [MAKE CONSTANTINE YOUR NEW ADVISOR]

>>46636284
>Sit and wait.
Time to reflect. Besides, we don't know Constantine all that well.

>>46636476
Backing this. If he turns out to be a decent fella, we can always give him the spot later. We don't have to fill it now.

>>46636284
>>Offer Constantine Desiderius' chair. [MAKE CONSTANTINE YOUR RIGHT HAND MAN]

>>46636284
>Offer Constantine Desiderius' chair. [MAKE CONSTANTINE YOUR RIGHT HAND MAN]

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>>46636641
>Offer Constantine Desiderius’ chair. [MAKE CONSTANTINE YOUR RIGHT HAND MAN]

As Constantine the Greek continued to clean the shop around you, your gaze was fixed to the wall, your hands lightly grasping at the intricate chair’s carved armrests. Your mind began to race; thinking about your rise to power. You imagined yourself sitting in the old Doge’s chair, looking out over the city from your palace. You would install a dynasty that would last a thousand years.

Your companions would be richly rewarded; counts, dukes and princes. Their descendants forever bound by loyalty to your family. With Francesca, you would sire children that would revolutionize commerce and warfare. Your name would be placed along the likes of Julius Caesar, Augustus and Charlemagne.

As you looked down at the table, you noticed that everyone had taken their seats. William, the loyal Admiral sat to your left. Next to him, the stocky harbourmaster Michèl. Your beloved wife sat across from you, a reflection of your desires and ambitions. Constantine had taken Desiderius’ vacant chair.

Your empire would span from Britannia to beyond the Rus. From the harsh north, to the unforgiving south.

Venice would flourish under you.

And the world would tremble because of you.

That’s all, folks! I’m inclined to say that we finished our first arc today, but we’ve still got Orsani to deal with. Our romance sub-plot is definitely taken care of.

As always, some questions to discuss:
>What did you think of tonight’s thread?
>What do you think of the bits where Domenico’s conscience plays up? I.e. imagining hearing Desiderius.
>What do you think of Teodoro?
>Is Domenico getting delusions of grandeur, or is it insanity?

Remember to keep an eye on twitter for next threads and archive updates. I'm putting a brief hold on the bios and assets for now.
https://twitter.com/MedievalQuest

>>46636284
>Offer Constantine Desiderius’ chair. [MAKE CONSTANTINE YOUR NEW ADVISOR]

Let's give him a shot at least, see how he does in the role and, hey, if he doesn't work out we can stab him repeatedly in the stomach. Really saves on severance packages

>>46636753

Good thread, I liked the wedding and the little details

Seems like a good protrayal of the betrayal eating at him, both Desiderius to us and vise versa

Seems like he'll be that uncle we hate inviting to family gatherings but have to

Delusions are only delusions so long as you cannot fulfill them