I hope Ferdinand survives the war. It was also cringy when Ferdinand said “our grandmother”.Alcázar of Toledo, Kingdom of Castile, May 1521
Her husband had entered the throne room with a grim smile across his face.
Uneasy, Isabella of Portugal, the Queen of Castile asked,”What has happened my King?”
Striding forward, past the courtiers who were all but tripping over themselves to prostrate before him. Climbing up the dais, When he sat upon the throne adjacent to Isabella’s Ferdinand finally answered, his voice quick and decisive,”I am marshalling my forces for war! My brother, The Holy Roman Emperor and I have decided it is time that Francesco Sforza take his rightful place as Duke of Milan.”
How very interesting was what Isabella thought, but did nothing except nod in obedient agreement
Looking down at the crowd before them. Ferdinand fixed his gaze on a husky man on the edge of the crowd, with long dark hair and a bushy beard,“Francesco Sforza!” He called out from his seat,”Do you accept my offer? To drive out the French tyrant out of your lands?”
The men knelt to his knees, drawing his dress sword and pressing it to the ground,”Yes I do accept, Your Majesty, and I swear that once assume my place as Duke of Milan I shall be your most steadfast ally, the first to raise his sword against King Francis.”
Her husband smiled, a mischievous sparkle in his eye,”Good, rise then Duke Francesco. Come with me and my council, we have a war to plan.”
They were in the Queen’s private chambers when Isabella grew quite unnerved by the prospect of her husband going off to war. He had returned from his meeting in the strategy room some time ago, and Isabella had finished putting her nightgown back on.
Standing across from where Ferdinand sat up in her bed, she pleaded,”Must you go with your army Ferdinand? Surely you can delegate command to your generals, men such as de Leyva, who have been leading men in battle for decades?”
The King of all Spain shrugged her bare shoulders,”I could, but what kind of a King wouldn’t at least follow his men on campaign, and share in their depravations? No Isabella, I may not be the greatest of warriors, but I am no coward.”
The Queen folded her arms, pouting slightly,”You will do what you must then?”
Her husband crawled across the bed, to the left side, the side that she normally laid on, and put his feet onto the floor. Walking over to her, he wrapped his arms around her in a warm embrace, planting a kiss on her cheek,”Yes Isabella I shall. I promise you that I will be careful, I won’t put myself at any unnecessary risks, that I can do for. I need you to do something for me, however…”
“What is it my love?” Isabella of Portugal asked
“I need you to rule Spain while I am off in France and Italy my Queen, to safeguard our kingdom for Juan. I know that you will do well in this, you are named for our grandmother after all, and the nobles trust you. You were born for this.”
The young woman was almost brought to tears, both of sorrow, and gratitude. The sorrow she felt because she feared her husband would die off on some battlefield, while she was grateful for the trust that he held for her, that she would be regent.
She held him tighter as if it were the last time she would ever have him again,”I love you, Ferdinand. I pray that with the help of the English King and the Emperor you will find victory, and that you will return to us soon.”
PS: I will probably only be using Isabella's POV once, but I felt it would be useful in this case.
It's mostly about appearances, so Ferdinand will be cautious, he's more of a diplomat and schemer than a soldier, but he will go with his men to boost their moral. As for how the war will proceed, well it'll unfold soon enough. Thank you very much!Dang it Ferdinand! Don't go to Milan, send your generals there and stay in Spain like a sensible king!