A Family Affair - January, 1066
The castle was in a festive mood, all but two unaware of how today would end.
Music danced through the air, intertwining with the streamers hung from the ceilings. There was food...oh, was there food...and there was drink.
And, of course, there were gifts.
But if the castle's mood is best described as "festive," then Diego De Leon's was down-right giddy. For today was not only Diego's 33rd birthday.
It was also his only daughter's wedding.
Diego and his wife Christina had worked hard, ensuring that their daughter Jimena had all they could afford, and more. Perhaps they had not always been perfect...Jimena could be a tad difficult to handle, at times, and always seemed to be playing her parents against each other...but they had always done what they thought was right. And today...today was the culmination.
For today was the day that Jimena would marry Donnchad O'Brien.
Donnchad was the son-in-law any man would want. A good man...a military man...a man who seemed to have no faults.
And...not coincidentally...
A man who was second-in-line to be Duke of Munster.
Diego and Christina had crossed the sea...braved that rickety ship...to address the Duke directly. The Duke, an elderly man by anyone's reckoning, had been warm and receptive to the Leon's...until they offered their only daughter for marriage to his eldest son. Then...without so much as a dip of his engaging smile, he swiftly showed them to the door.
It was Christina who saved the day, he supposed. Of course, that's what Christina always did. It was why he had married her in the first place. She knew how to make things happen.
And it didn't hurt that the Duke's wife, Gormlaith, enjoyed a bit of meddling herself.
The two women had gotten together for a bit of woman-talk while Diego had addressed the Duke. So when Duke O'Brien was charmingly throwing Diego out of his castle, Gormlaith interrupted.
"Duke...I wonder...don't you suppose that this Jimena sounds like just the woman who would be right for Donnchad?"
Donnchad wasn't their first choice...they had wanted his older brother, first in line for the throne...but they had never imagined that they would get a second pick. They jumped at the opportunity.
And so, here he was. Making sure everything was just right, for his daughter's wedding to the son of a Duke.
Somehow, he'd managed to get every one of his sons into the reception area without "too" many issues. Rubio, his youngest at ten years old, ran up to Diego and began twirling around before him.
"Father! Father! Look at how handsome I look in my suit!" He twirled again, as his mini-coat tails furled around him.
Fernando, Jimena's 16-year-old twin brother, sat in a corner, saying nothing. Doing nothing. He wished his son would show some sign of life...but compared to a few of his sons, at least Fernando wasn't problematic.
There was a crash from the other side of the room. Diego ran towards the noise, prepared to confront whichever servant had broken one of the dishes...only to find his son Pedro, 12, standing over the pieces of China.
"Pedro? Did you do this?"
"No, father! It...it wath...it wath one of the thervants! That one! Thee's the one who broke the dith!"
Diego knelt by his son. "Pedro...I'm going to ask you again. Did you break this dish?"
"No father! I thwear!"
"You're not in trouble, Pedro. Just tell me the truth. Remember what you're learning in school? About honesty?"
"Yeth, father."
"Now...who broke the dish?"
"...I did. I'm thorry."
Diego put an arm around his son. "There's a good boy. Now, go get a broom. You're going to clean this up."
As Pedro ran off to find a broom, Diego heard a familiar thumping sound.
His second-eldest, Fruela, had arrived.
Fruela was a problem. He wasn't a bad son...but he was an embarrasing son. There was something wrong with his foot...always had been ...and Fruela had been walking with a crutch for the past fourteen years or so. His face was slightly deformed, with a hare lip, and he was frequently sick...the doctors said he had swallowed a worm or some such nonsense (Diego had never been a big believer in medicine), but the reality was that the boy was an embarrassment. He loved Fruela as much as any of the others, but if he had one wish, he would make Fruela less embarrassing.
Now his eldest, Rodrigo, was someone you could be proud of. In fact, he was quite a bit like Donnchad. Clean-cut, responsible, a soldier. Nothing to be ashamed of there. But Rodrigo was not his favorite.
No...it was Bernardo who held that secret place in his heart. And Bernardo, just 14, wasn't just the favorite of Diego...he was also the favorite of the King.
It was, again, his wife Christina who had made it happen. Christina, the King's cousin (and, perhaps now is the time to mention, Diego's second or third cousin, once removed. Diego's great-grandmother's brother was Christina and the King's grandfather.) had recommended they send one of their sons to the King's court as a fosterling, as the King had no children of his own.
Alfonso Jimenez, King of Leon, had quickly taken a liking to the boy. And once he was deemed old enough, the King gave him something Bernard's own father never could.
His own province.
Bernard, not yet old enough to take a liking to women, was already Count of El Bierzo, the next county over. Now THAT was something to be proud of. In fact, Diego was already thinking that, though he himself was not yet 35, it might be time to think about what would happen when he was gone. And he was starting to think maybe it should be Bernard...not Rodrigo...who should take over him when the time came.
But speaking of time...he heard the music change, and knew it was time for him to march his daughter down the aisle. Down the aisle to marry the son of a Duke. Down the aisle, being watched by the King. Down the aisle, with his son, the count, watching on as well.
Today, Diego thought, just might be the proudest day of his life.
The thought lasted about thirty seconds, until his last son, Gutierre, ran up to him before they began to move towards the chapel.
Gutierre was 17, and a bit of a mixed bag. He was fierce on the battlefield, and was showing the beginnings of a strong leader...but he was also fierce "off" the battlefield as well.
"Father...father, there's something I must discuss with you. Immediately."
"I'm about to walk your sister down the aisle. It can wait."
"Sure...it can...
...It can wait about nine months."