A Reforged World (NO SV, You are King of Italy, in a Greatly Changed World)

Interlude An Heir:

Isabella was going through her contractions and the midwife was speaking to you very… carefully. And it was infuriating. "For the love of god, speak to me like I'm a father, not a king." You stated as the midwife shook in fear. "I just want to know what I can do."

"Have you ever delivered a child before?" she asked.

"I'm certain it's not as difficult as creating new machines." You replied.

"That is where you are wrong, and I suspect you keep those thoughts to yourself." She stated. "A living child being born is not a machine you can create. And the signs she is showing mean this will be a difficult birth."

You frowned and sighed. "What can I do?"

"Allow us to work Your Grace. Allow us to work and keep her safe in this most precarious of positions." She said. "And it would be safer if you would leave us to work alone. Husbands' hands have been known to be broken by their wives, and I would rather not have that happen to you, for obvious reasons."

Isabella then grunted in pain. "Go, I'll be fine."

You nodded. "Very well." You then walked away, out the door. Your guards were waiting, standing at attention with spears and swords and pikes. "No one enters." You ordered.

As you walked, you found yourself walking towards the kitchens, to snack on something and to get your mind. Part of you wanted to wander towards your forge and workshop, yet something in the pit of your stomach needed something more.

It was perhaps providence that you were being sent this way. As you saw Ezio there, cleaning his nails with his knife. "You know I was wondering when you would finally see me?" He smiled as he held out his arm and you clasped it. "Good to see you brother."

"Oh come now, I'm not your brother anymore, as much as I hoped that nothing would change." You replied.

"True." He smiled as he sheathed his blade. "Going to the kitchens for any reason Your grace?"

"Stop it, you can call me by my name, I order you to." You said.

"Ass." He swore. "Are you hungry?"

You shrugged. "Everything is so new. Maybe I'm just afraid that I won't… can't be a better person. All I have are memories of my parents… and they were not that plentiful for advice. They just cared for me, and they made me happy."

Ezio smiled. "Take some advice from me. Don't throw away what you have out of fear of losing it. Accept whatever happens to you with a smile, and don't be afraid."

You found yourself shivering. "Who said that?"

"My father, before he was murdered." He replied. "When they put the noose over his head, and let him swing for the crime of looking into your parent's death."

That was new. "They investigated my parent's death?"

"They did." He replied. "And I never found out what they knew. Only that someone very powerful… more powerful than what we ever thought ordered their deaths."

"Conspiracy?" You asked.

"No, someone very powerful. Someone that your father angered in his past. Someone who never forgot. And would never let anyone who was born from their body forget."

Both of you paused, and you asked. "You think it could be the French?"

Ezio then began to laugh. "The FRENCH! AHAHAHA!"

Both of you then laugh at the thought of the French being mortal enemies with a simple gunsmith and had him assassinated. Then you stopped and thought about it. "Maybe?"

Ezio then looked at you with a straight face. "If it were the French, it would be impossible for them not to brag about it. It's the French after all."

"Fair enough." You replied as you reached the kitchen. "Josephine, can I have some beer and some tarts for my-" You then saw ten armed men in the kitchen, finishing their murder of your kitchen staff.

"Fuck!" Ezio swore as he drew his blade and threw it, hitting bullseye on one of them, through the eye, and the man dying instantly.

"GET EM!" One screamed.

"RUN!" You screamed as you dove through the door as Ezio locked it.

"Hurry get the door open, we need to kill the child and the wife, the King dosen't matter!" One screamed.

You looked to Ezio as you ran. "I'll get to my wife. Get the guards!"

You both split up as you ran towards your wife's birthing chamber.

What the hell is going on?! Who the hell would?

Then you thought back to Ezio and wondered just wondering, if it might be some enemies that you did not know you had.

Which means diddly squat as you finally reached the chambers. "Get ready to move!" You ordered as you barged in. "We need to leave, we have assassins coming our way!"

The midwife did not skip a beat as she looked at Isabella and said. "I'm sorry, but we're going to have to carry you out of bed."

"Who's trying to kill us?" Isabella asked before she screamed in pain. "Because I will make them burn in hell!" She was then lifted from her bed by the guards and the midwife.

You opened the bedside drawer and removed two of your own pistols. Flintlock designs, all loaded, and a powder horn. Fully prepared. Now if only you could make a design that could be easily reloaded with cartridges. That would be incredible… "You kept guns in the birthing chamber!" The midwife screamed, interrupting your train of thought.

"They didn't have powder in the pan!" You said as you got the powder ready and held them at the ready. "And you are asking me, one of the greatest gunsmiths in the world, why I keep pistols on my bedside?"

"Why?"

"For these kind of situations!" You proclaimed as you led the way. "Follow me to my forge, it's the safest place here!"

"It's unsafe and dangerous, and-" The midwife protested, but you stopped her.

"I have all my weapons and prototypes there, and there is enough cover to really stop anything coming our way. So shut up and follow me!"

You led the way, checking all your corners and behind as your men carried your screaming wife and protesting midwife towards your forge.

Thankfully it was not the case, as no one followed you, and the forge was safe. "Clear a table!" You ordered as Isabella was set down on one of the cleaner forge tables. Your drawing desk.

"She will be in pain." The midwife protested.

"I'd rather she be safe, and in pain than at risk and dead." You ordered. "Lock the door behind me, and arm up, help her with anything she needs."

You pulled out two prototypes, single-shot cartridge pistols, and a couple dozen that were in a holster. "Don't let anyone in. If I'm not back, get them out of the palace." You ordered as Isabella then screamed and the Midwife looked to her.

"You're doing great my queen, now keep pushing when I tell you too!" The midwife ordered.

The door shut again, and this time, you stormed your way to look for those assassins.

But instead, you arrived near the birthing room where your wife formally was. And there were 9 corpses. He killed them all, and he was bloodied and battered as well.

Ezio was smiling, as he cleaned the blood from his blade. "Well, brother. Sorry for being late."

He was covered in blood. "Can I see the kid?"

"They are at the forge." You said.

You were looking at his bloodied sword. "Oh, sorry bout that. Seems that mercenaries wanted your child's head."

"Learn anything from them?" You asked as Ezio stabbed one again, just to make sure he was dead, before he fell into your arms.

"No… but I have theories… and not any of them good." He replied. "But that can wait."
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Isabella, despite the difficulties, gave birth to a healthy baby boy.

She screamed bloody murder for a few hours. But it was all for the good of the state.

The Senate went into action and started doing its job, trying to find out who was trying to kill you, but you only trusted Ezio to lead the investigation.


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