July 17, 1162.
Queen Micaela I di Canossa, daughter and only child of King Conone I of Jerusalem and Queen Richwara. I believe you're already well-acquainted with both of them.
Some may also recall her husband's lineage, as Bonifacio Contarini is the son of Prince Zsolt Salamonfi Árpád of Hungary and Beatrice Contarini, the only daughter of Doge Domenico Contarini of Venice and the Duchess Matilda of Tuscany herself. Whether or not that counts as incest, I'll leave to you to decide.
Her only daughter, Ippolita di Canossa, is married to Geteye Zagwe, son of same, son of same, son of King Yemrehana II Krestos Zagwe, who was called “the Just.” If the names didn't clue you in: they're Ethiopian.
She's currently involved in a certain disagreement with a certain Holy Roman Emperor, but we'll get back to that later.
By now, you may have noticed the conspicuous absence of any sons or siblings for our new queen.
As it turns out, the Kingdom of Jerusalem is suffering from something of an overpopulation problem that has also negatively impacted the birth rate.
We'll have to do something about that.
A bit of culling, perhaps. Pruning the dynastic tree.
In any event, the nearest qualified male suitable to be her heir is her uncle, Abelardo (son of same).
He is, incidentally, also half her age. It's complicated.
November 24, 1162.
It's unthinkable to have a Queen walking around without protection these days.
December 2, 1162.
Thus, all who oppose her.
February 24, 1163.
No threat to her chalices can be permitted to exist.
July 12, 1163.
As I was saying, Micaela inherited a disagreement with her liege over his somewhat draconian approach to vassal management.
Needless to say, she succeeded.
Now she only lives under
moderate tyranny.
November 11, 1163.
Just because she decorates her lawn with the heads of her enemies on pikes, doesn't mean that she can't be loving, too.
Good thing he's inclined toward celibacy, though.
I'd hate to see what she'd do if a bastard popped up.
March 9, 1167.
The ability to more efficiently strangle your enemies in their sleep is always worth obtaining.
That must've been some tea.
Sure. Can't promise anything about whoever
I heard it from, though.
Maybe I should practice these “tricks” on them.
Kill two birds with one stone, so to speak.
September 27, 1167.
I feel a bit like a dragon nesting on top of its hoard.
Shiny, shiny pretties...
November 2, 1167.
Do I get a real cloak and dagger as a graduation present?
September 16, 1168.
We're going to have to engage in a bit of time travel for a moment. Hang on while I fetch a police box.
You see, the Holy Roman Empire has been attempting to conquer Provence for the last four years.
Provence, which fell to the Muslims in 1157. To the Amirids of Mallorca, to be exact. Don't ask me how.
Now, the Amirids called in a few friends when the saints came marching in.
The Almoravids, the Riyahdids, the Dhunnunids, the Tahirids, and the Hammadids.
All of which leave the North African coast delightfully exposed.
December 19, 1169.
Commanding the 10,000-man Tunisian expedition is the venerable 68-year old Bonaventura di Canossa (son of same).
Ottone di Canossa (son of same), Duke of Ascalon, serves as his second-in-command and leads the left flank.
Dahnay Zagwe (not son of same), the Catholic Ethiopian Duke of Sicily, has the honor of leading the right flank.
Fortunately for us, the heirs to the Tamirid and Riyahdid Emirates were taken prisoner during the siege.
Unfortunately for them, the heirs to the Tamirid and Riyahdid Emirates were taken prisoner during the siege.
January 31, 1171.
With the successful conquest of Provence, Kaiser Markward turns his attention east, to the independent Kingdom of Bohemia.
If I were them, I'd catch the first boat out of there tomorrow morning.
If they weren't landlocked, of course.