It should be noted that these are not the entirety of the journals of the Galachios. They are merely the most relevant ones, often recorded at the end of the month, and many segments relating entirely to personal lives have been cut out. The Galachios did not reliably date their diaries so it is nearly impossible to have any sort of handle on the exact day on which they were written.
THE DIARIES OF ANDRE GALACHIO I, 1419-1443
1419
January
...get that damn stableboy back someday. Of course, the entirety of the city is not, fortunetly, comprised of squalid thieves; I have taken the time to tour the upper-crust regions extensively and here this place compares to Venice and Vienna.
It does not compare altogether favorably, but it compares.
It seems I arrived in court in the midst of some disruptions. The Queen and her consort announced that training is to be improved for all future recruits in the Neapolitan armies; further, they have requistioned funds for improved weapons and equipment for the army. Shortly thereafter it was announced that the army was marching to the southern province where it would be permenantly garrisoned. She has also announced a reorganization of the taxation system in the province of Napoli proper. I would imagine the nobility would grumble about such measures, but evidently the Queen has sought their approval and relies on them to carry out her wishes in this matter.
I went out to the square and watched the marching men with some delight. I must admit, this may be a backwards country but the pomp and circumstance which they can muster is the equal of any in Europe. The parade consumed the entirety of the day, but the next afternoon I was able to tour the markets of the city; they are quite impressive, for I was able to find men and women from all of Italy, the Balkans, even heathen Africa, although there were a distinct lack of Neapolitans.
My adventures in this city were not entirely limited to tourism. I have become acquainted with a few nice court ladies, and in the coming months....
May
It is not right to express one's pleasure with a failure of the government. I know this because I have never met a lord yet who has said otherwise. But I must confide in these pages some small satisifaction at the recent failing of Queen Joanna, Second of Her Name. The lord of Tuscany has rejected the proposed marriage of Oliva Baliceno to one of his sons. I am frankly baffled by this rejection, as Oliva Baliceno is lovely in every possible aspect, but frankly I am not overly distraught at the notion of her remaining at court...
September
...my protests would be ignored, so of course I did not bother. Still, I cannot fault the lord of Siena's taste, and I suppose the marriage between his nephew and Lady Beliceno will cement ties between the two kingdoms. Of course, this means I am available once more, and we must wait and see what the tides bring in...
1420
March
I am cursed. Io Vincislaus has been cruelly dispatched to faraway Genoa, promised to one the lordlings of that fair city. The court expressed some sympathies over my loss, but I shall find something- or preferably someone- to console myself with.
May
The month has been quite fascinating, all told. The ball was, of course, a wonderful event, and I must plan to attend future events. A banquet has been planned, to celebrate the joining of much of Italy into a grand alliance. I will, of course, attend. I have already planned which stories I shall regale my fellow lords and ladies with; having traveled in Genoa, Savoy, and Modena has prepared me admirably to comment on their relative merits. Now that Naples has been tied to these three kingdoms the entire city is in good spirits. My considerable good fortune at the race track is burning a hole in my pocket, and I have considered purchasing a nice estate in the southern provinces.
Of course, military pomp is always exciting to see, and just the other day the entire city was witness to an interesting display. Thirty men on horseback gallop into the square and announce that the lords of Siena have begun to war with all the Papacy. Though many of the great families have expressed their disaproval often and vocally, I must admit that I am not terrible worried about our most Christian Father. I do hope Oliva is alright.
July
...and thirty more men bringing news that Tuscany has come to the defense of the Holy City. The court prays for a swift victory, and expresses their hopes of a quick, painless war...
September
The city is in chaos! The patriarchs and lesser families are on the verge of openly defying the Queen and many of the rural lords have refused to come to court. The war with the House of Aragon has caught us all by suprise, the Queen rescinding the rescindment of her precessador, or something to that effect, and essentially claiming all of the island of Sicily for the Kingdom of Naples.
Good for her! I have heard that all of northeastern Italy rallies to our banner; Aragon is surely incapable of winning alone and the aid of the various French principalities can avail them nothing. Much of the court disagrees with me, unfortunetly, and there are whisperings of 'The Mad Queen Joanna'. That stupid bastard Marchio Gisauldo has even challenged me to a duel, on the grounds that my 'influence' has 'poisoned' the Queen's mind.
He is quite mad. I have never spoken with the Queen, but two days hence he shall speak with God. Preferably unprepared.
October
Public favor seems to be swinging back in support of the Queen; judging by the reactions of the lower classes. News from the front has finally reached the city, and glorious news it is! Messina under siege and the city of Palermo cut off from all outside help. The Queen looks as if she is walking on eggshells, and every day there is some new dinner with the lords from the outlands, as she tries to wheedle and needle from them the actions she requires.
December
News of great victory over Aragon has found it's way back to the capital along with the first heroes of the war. The most prominent is a lower-class young man, a foot soldier, who, it is said, singlehandly killed six Aragonese knights and held the 'line'- whatever that refers to- at a crucial moment. By all accounts he is quite handsome and the court ladies are all aflutter. With luck he is recalled to the front quickly.
1421
January
The Queen has decreed that a flotilla of ships- galleys, to be precise- will be constructed in the shipyards of Naples. I went down to the shipyards with a coterie of friends to see the hulls being raised; they are not much now, but I am certain that, once completed, they will be beautiful vessels.
March
Finally! A girl sent off to a foreign land is one I am unacquainted with. May the lords of Modena favor her.
More news from the war. Sicily stubbornly resists our invasions but all the coast of Aragon is blockaded by the stalwart navies of Savoy and Genoa. Truly they are grand allies, and a banquet is to be held by Loysoius in their honor. I was of course the first to be invited, being his greatest friend and all, but I expect...
June
...sad, but I do hope he recovers shortly.
The rest of us, of course, did not waste time in going down to witness the launching of the four new ships; the Byzantium, the Charlemagne, the Lancelot , and of course the Queen Joanna II. They are truly beautiful ships, and the sight of a hundred oars cutting white swaths through the water is a breathtaking sight...
October
The curse is well and truly broken! I was half-expecting the King of Castile to personally request my treasured Giovanna, so imagine my suprise when the daughter of some outland family was sent to join the houses of Naples and Castile in matrimonal union. A fortuitious event for all involved, truly, and the ceremonies help take our minds off the war. Little news from the front, unfortunetly, aside from reports of skirmishes in northeastern Italy. This does not prevent the Queen from taxing us to near-ruination; just four days past I recieved words that half the silverware had been taken from my estate in the southern provinces. I am beginning to hear 'Mad Queen Joanna' once more, and perhaps I being to agree with the voices...