Book 3: Chapter 1: A New World
Where a Boy King, becomes a Man, and all that entitles.
You were struggling to find a simple way to gather your courage. That itself was not a truly brave thing. You knew that everyone would have that moment when getting out of bed was something that was difficult. "Your Grace, it is time to get up."
But you knew that, as a child, you could get away with sleeping in. Not anymore, because at this moment… You could only feel… tiredness. "Let me sleep longer. Your king demands it." You stated as you turned on your bed and placed the pillows over your head.
"Luciano, get out of bed, or I will make sure that the paperwork will not get done by another assistant." The voice of your tired, and very much weakened mentor, awoke you, and you sat up.
You could see that, despite Macheveli's best efforts, hiding his affliction and stress with some makeup, scented perfume from the east, and bright colors that he could afford in his position, he still looked as if he had aged decades. His once bright and vibrant hair was as grey and wispy as an old man's, and his eyes, despite having the white powder covering his face, could not hide the large, thick, and black bags of exhaustion that had shown his commitment to Italy.
You saw the Chambellan standing beside him, trying his best not to seem scared at your annoyance. He was still getting used to the… changes that your position carried, and the simple fact you were still not very good at the whole King business.
Even the simple fact that people were pretty much at your beck and call, and you still tried to do everything yourself was honestly something more akin to a King of France, than to this new Italian Nation.
You curled out of bed before looking for some pants. "I was at the forge last night, seeing the last of the finishing touches being… made." You sighed before you stretch, and looked at the Chambellan having your clothes and shoes ready. "Thank you."
Another thing that most of the courtiers noticed, was you're unwavering politeness at them. You had not been in certain situations, but you were just a regular boy before becoming king. There was a sense of respect among them.
As you got dressed, you looked at Machieveli, who was quietly looking around your room. "You have been reading The Prince, haven't you?"
"I have Master." You said quietly, as you slide your shirt on. "A good read, one that has been helpful for me, during these times?"
"I am glad you find my advice useful." He responded as you put on your pants. "Are you almost done, we have much to do today."
"I am moving as fast as I can master, and I can say that the Senate has never really been one to enjoy my presence." You replied.
"A fresh house with a fresh election, the first of its kind has just taken place all over Italy, where citizens and subjects elected their first representatives of this new body, and you do not think they will enjoy your presence? The boy who unified them?"
"You unified them Master, and no one will ever forget that." You stated with a shrug. "And you won your seat unanimously, and were chosen as a minister."
"To think that this dream of mine was but a thought all those years ago." He sighed. "I know this may sound-"
"Don't talk like that Master, you are plenty young enough as it is." You smiled, trying to make the old man laugh. But instead, he just looked down.
"You know I'm not strong enough to keep going until I die. You will have to find someone else you can trust in your government, and even one that you don't so that this nation can thrive."
"Yet I can still see that you will be the one who-"
He held your shoulder, and you stopped. "I know. But that will not be your choice, my boy."
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As you walked forward to the assembled Senate, they all removed their hats and allowed you to see their faces. A few were soldiers and survivors of the Sicilian campaigns. Cosmo was among them, still smiling as he noticed you helping Macheveli.
A few of Fredirico's Naval veterans were there as well, so bright and colorful from the great victories and the loot. They all were there for their success, battle hungry and hardened. They were drunk on victory and hoped to continue it.
And finally, there were the Republicans, the least well-dressed of them… but they were all prepared for their service.
Do you say something?:
[]Yes: Time to show them you are prepared.
[]No. You will let your Master speak.
AN: Enjoy everyone, and Welcome to A Reforged World, The Long Awaited Sequal to Rebirth of the World (NO SV, Welcome to the Renaissance), where you are Lucian Grazini, former gunsmith of Florence, through the work of his master Machiavelli and many others around him, have placed him on the Throne of Italy, a responsibility that he was not ready for, but he has succeeded marvelously in his short regency.
Now he is a man grown, who must guide the ship of state, through the rest of this crazy century.
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@Randino Treviani you asked me to pin you when it finally posted... so I have.