Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Duke Philip I of Aquitaine
Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six
Chapter Seven -
Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six
Chapter Seven -
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A Foreword
Hello! Long time lurker here!
I've been reading AARs here for the past year or so, and I've read a great deal of them, as rich and varied as they are, and I finally decided to try my hand at an AAR. Normally, I try to be as close to history as possible when playing these sort of games, you all know the nature of the game and how ahistorical it can get. Like, literally as soon as you unpause, it's already diverging.
But there are times where I wonder what if history had actually diverged on its own. A moment, a single instant, that would alter everything else to follow. What if Ragnar hadn't perished in a pit of snakes? What if Edward the Confessor had issue of his own? What if the de Normandie dynasty had maintained their rule of England? What if Saladin hadn't captured Jerusalem? What if the Fourth Crusade hadn't sacked Constantinople? And Crusader Kings 2 is a fantastic game to explore these sort of moments.
This AAR is all about one of those moments.
It took a bit of setting up with console commands and referencing actual history for a more accurate background to build on, so it's safe to say that this isn't an Ironman game, which is a shame because that would have been fun. Plus, with my Ironman version, it consistently ended too early or ended up taking huge leaps forward, so I've had to use console commands early on to stop that from happening. And apart from one instance where I had to play a chess game with Death, there's no save scumming either. But of course, apart from that, the story that follows is as it occurred in the game. And ultimately, that is what this is, a story I'm hoping to tell.
Below is the prologue to my AAR. The next update will contain both the first chapter and pictures to go with it! I thank you in advance for taking the time to read!
Enjoy!
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DLCs & Mods
DLCs & Mods
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Of Men and Lions
An Aquitaine HIP AAR
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Prologue
Of Men and Lions
An Aquitaine HIP AAR
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Prologue
"From the Devil we sprang and to the Devil we shall go."
Limousin, the Castle of Chalus
The Sixth of April, in the Year of our Lord 1199
The day was nearly spent.
Eleanor sighed as she came to the tent, deep within the encampment, dreading this moment throughout her entire journey from the palace of Poitiers. The news had not been good but she could not have ignored it, would have never ignored it. Not when it concerned her favorite son, her most beloved child.
"My lady." A man stepped forward. Unlike the two knights guarding the tent, this man was older than them, much older. He bent low before Eleanor, but there was no mistaking the mask of grief on his face, as dark as it was now. "He is inside."
"Henry... How is he?" She asked of Henry of Thornham, a kinsman of the famed soldier and administrator Robert of Thornham, one of the King's most trusted servants. Robert could not have accompanied the King here, as diligent as he was about the management of the King's business. But Eleanor knew how much the old man trusted Henry, how capable he was. It was why the King had taken him along, after all.
Henry could only give her a sad sigh. "The physicians do not think he will last the night, my lady. The bolt was removed but... His wound stinks of gangrene."
She inhaled sharply. As far as news went, this was particularly abysmal. "And the man who removed it?"
Henry of Thornham looked at her then. "He has been put to death, my lady. By the captain of the King's mercenaries, Mercadier. As soon as the King was struck, he was brought back here. Mercadier is preparing for an assault on the castle. He's sworn to hang any man that remains within the walls."
"What about the one who struck my son? This..." She began.
The steward nodded. Grim business, that. "Pierre Basile. Or Peter. I am not entirely certain, my lady. But he is dead. The King pardoned him for inflicting the injury on him, but... Captain Mercadier..."
"Go on."
"He has already had the young man flayed."
Eleanor looked past Henry then, toward the tent flap. "A pity. I would have inflicted much worse. I will see my son now. Please ensure that no one interrupts us."
"By your command, my lady." Henry bowed again, as one of the two knights drew open the tent, allowing Eleanor of Aquitaine entry. She could smell it then, the stench of the gangrene.
It was brightly illuminated, with two braziers in place. On the bed, Richard rested as best as he could despite the agony. His arm, she could see even from here, had been mangled by that fool of a surgeon. "Mother...?"
She approached the bed, seated herself beside her favorite child and rested a hand on his trembling cheek, slick with sweat. "I'm here, Richard. Oh, my poor child, my little lion... What has that butcher done to you?"
Through the agony, he smiled. "It is of little consequence now, mother. The Devil will have his due, I promise you that. But that matters little now. What matters is that you're here." Richard the Lionheart groaned in pain then, before looking up at the woman who had given birth to him, had stood by him so much, had aided him throughout his life. There could not be a finer mother anywhere else, he knew. "My time is short, I know. I can feel my death approaching. The succession..."
Eleanor sighed. This was what she had been afraid of for so long now, the matter which laid before them both. She had hoped, had begged her son on countless occasions, for true issue of his own from his marriage with Berengaria of Navarre. But thus far, the marriage had proven fruitless.
Though she could not place the blame on Berengaria. Not when her son was constantly at war and oft found excuses to be elsewhere.
"You have no heirs of your own." She spoke simply.
Richard grimaced with pain, before giving her a weak smile. "I have a heir, mother. My brother John will succeed me."
"Yes, John." Eleanor sighed. "I know you love him, Richard. But I tell you once more, John is not the man you think he is. You esteem him too much, overlooking his many faults. Compared to you, he is nothing. Weak. Craven. False. He has always been envious of you and Henry and Geoffrey. And he has conspired and schemed and plotted to rob you of everything you hold." She shook her head then. "England may accept him, but his French and Occitan vassals will not. In time, even the patience of England's barons will be tested. He may become King but he will lose everything. Normandy. Anjou. Poitou. Aquitaine. Gascony. Philippe will take it all from John. Everything your father built, gone. King? Yes. But the last of the Angevin kings."
Richard could only give her a sad smile in response. "He is still my brother, in spite of all that. He is still your son. Soon your only surviving son. He will be King. There is no other choice. I should have listened to you, mother. But now... I have no son to pass on my inheritance."
Eleanor was silent.
The Lionheart chuckled ruefully. "Truly now, I have been a bad son, a bad brother, a bad husband, and a worse king. Perhaps John will do better. How could he not, compared to what came before him?"
The Queen Mother could not listen any further. "You are wrong, my sweet son, my beloved Richard. You lament now that you did not listen to me before? Well. Listen now, child. Listen to me. I counsel you now, one last time."
Richard sighed, closing his eyes. He was tired. So very tired. And the agony did not abate. It refused to, despite all his physicians' care and their many treatments. Nothing worked. Though, he supposed that was because he was no longer in their care. No, death had its grips on him now, and it would not let loose such a great prize.
"Counsel me then."
Eleanor sighed then, encouraged by her son's willingness to listen. "You are not without issue. Your bastard. Legitimise him."
He opened his eyes and stared at his mother with great incredulity. "Philip? Have you taken leave of your senses? If paying homage to John is distasteful to my lords, then it will be doubly so with a bastard. Besides, I know his ability. If John is inept, Philip is even less capable."
"But he has potential. I taught you how to rule your lords when you came to Aquitaine as her Duke. Under my tutelage, I can mold Philip into a proper heir. Legitimise him, name him your heir, and I will shape the son into a caricature of the father. They will not love him as they love you, Richard..."
He could only remain silent now.
But that silence did not deter Eleanor. "... But they will fear him. You have a lion's courage, my son. I will give him a lion's wrath."
At last, Richard laughed. "A fearsome thing, that. To have a lion's courage in addition to the black bile of our family's evil origins." The King smiled. Or was it a grimace? Yet, Eleanor understood what he was getting at. Henri II had been quite fiery and full of rage, as had all of her sons thus far. The infamous temper of the House of Anjou ran strong in the descendants of Geoffrey Plantagenet after all.
Richard coughed then, groaning in pain before collecting himself once more. He smiled again. "From the Devil we sprang, mother. And to the Devil I shall go."
His mother said nothing. How could she? All depended on Richard now. She had said her piece, after all. It was now up to her son to decide whenever to act on her counsel. But even then, if he did... She knew John would still be King. After all, any pretender to the throne, John would do away with. There was always the possibility that her grandson by Geoffrey II of Brittany, Arthur, would be chosen over John. But she did not expect the child to last long after Richard. Arthur was only twelve after all. And she knew the nature of her son well.
John would surely kill Arthur.
No. If Richard did legitimate Philip, John would still be King. But she could ensure that Aquitaine remained outside John's grasp. By giving Aquitaine a new Duke to call her own. One that could perhaps in time challenge John and take his father's throne. If not Philip, then surely his son instead.
Richard sighed. "Very well. Draw up the document. I will legitimise the bastard. After that, I commend him to your care."
Eleanor did a marvelous job of containing herself but she got up then to do as her royal son commanded. There was much to do, after all. Perhaps, she dared to hope now, perhaps the Angevin domains would not fall into the hands of Philippe Augustus. Until then, she could only hope that the magnates of England and France, William Marshal of Pembroke and Robert FitzWalter of Essex among them, would keep John in check.
Else there would surely be a war between John and his Barons.
A war in which the power of England's Kings might be forever diminished, if not irrevocably broken. Such a thing must never come to pass, she instinctively understood. Until then, she would enjoy what little time remained to Richard, for she knew that this night would end with her beloved son dead in her arms.
And by morning, the fate of a bastard would be forever altered.
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