The winds are chilly in the morning, and even in a place like the Iberian Peninsula, which has a typical Mediterranean climate, it is almost the coldest time of the day before dawn.

At this time, the most suitable thing is to hide in the warm quilt, let the cold wind outside keep blowing, and lie in bed and just can't get up.

But no one slept in today, or the whole night, and almost everyone stayed up all night.

February 5, 1503 is the day of the martyrdom of St. Jacya.

Born in Sicily and canonized as one of the Four Virgins along with three other virgins, this saint is a symbol of Christendom's piety and bravery.

When she was brutally tortured by the local officials in Sicily, she remained steadfast in her sincerity, vowing to dedicate her purity to the Lord, which finally touched St. Peter's wounds, and finally led her soul to heaven, wearing the double wreath of martyrdom and chastity.

This day is also the day when the Queen of Sicily is officially given the title of "Queen of Sicily and Aragon".

On the first night, Uliu, who had already made a series of arrangements repeatedly, did not sleep well all night because he was still not at ease.

But despite this, the Moorish man was still in good spirits, and he even ran outside the old man's room early to listen, and then calculated the time, and felt that it was still early, and did not disturb the couple in the room, but under the suspicious gaze of several hunters guarding the door, he hurried back to other things with a small tune that he had learned somewhere.

In the room, the earth dragon was still burning hot, and the two bodies covered by the thick plush blanket moved slightly, and after a while, a somewhat sweaty head came out from under the blanket.

Barondi's mouth was a little dry, and she reached out to the small table next to the bed to quench her thirst with a glass of wine, but because she was suddenly dragged back into the blanket, she swept down the wine bottle on the table.

The red wine was sprinkled on the bearskin carpet on the floor, and the bottle shook and rolled out of the distance before stopping.

But the two men on the bed didn't bother with this, but continued their "game" that had been going on almost all night, until the blanket was lifted again, and Barondi kept gasping for breath and leaning against the head of the bed.

Alexander also emerged from under the blanket at this time, and he was also sweating profusely and snuggling up to Barondi.

"God, it's almost dawn," Barendi looked at the night outside the half-open window, although it was still dark, she could feel that it was indeed about to dawn, "We haven't slept all night, you're crazy." ”

"But I think you're even crazier than I am," Alexander gasped, he felt that this night Barendi seemed to release all the depression of the past two years, which made him feel really a little unbearable, "We are going to participate in the enthronement ceremony today, if I take a nap in the solemn ceremony, I will definitely be laughed to death." ”

"I'd rather you snooze in front of everyone." Barendi said with a smile, but there was one thing she didn't say, she really just wanted Alexander to take a nap in front of Josha.

Alexander knew very well what Barendi was actually trying to say, and he could guess why Barendi couldn't wait to find all kinds of excuses to be alone with him after arriving in Zaragoza the day before, and then dragged him into the room and never let him leave.

Barondi hopes that she will get pregnant as soon as possible, although she has also thought about adopting one if she really has no children, and she has already found a goal, but of course she hopes that it is best for her own children to inherit the throne.

She also did this to demonstrate to Josha, after all, Alexander's nominal wife was still her.

There was the sound of cautious movement outside, and then there was a soft knock on the door, and Alexander got out of bed, put on his robe, and went outside and opened the door.

To his surprise, it was not Sheel or Ulliu standing outside the door, but Ashley's waitress, and next to her was Ashley, who looked unhappy.

So that you can now understand why Ashley is like this, she and Offrey are also newlywed, including the first night The two of them should have been busy, but they were woken up from bed early on the first morning of the reunion, and it is already rare that Ashley's character is not angry.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty wants me to invite you and the Duchess to the main hall," the lady-in-waiting, looking at Alexander's sweaty appearance on the outside of his robe, lowered her voice a little, and reminded "Maybe you should clean up before you go over." ”

"Oh, of course." Alexander closed the door as he spoke, and he went back to the bedroom to tell Barondi, but when he saw that he had lifted the blanket aside, and was half leaning on the bed, looking at his wife with his head resting on his smooth arms, Alexander only hesitated for a moment, sighed helplessly, and strode over to the bed.

Sitting alone on the throne, not far from her, there is an intricately carved and ornate golden clock, custom-made from the best watch shops in Prague, which has become the standard for timekeeping throughout the palace.

As the cherub under the clock kept spinning around the edge of the clock, her face became more and more ugly.

"Madam, you now know what that duchess is like," said Tsusha to the waitress standing nearby, and when she saw that the waitress was about to speak, she smiled, "I guess you think that duchess is of ordinary appearance and is not a big threat to me, but don't forget my brother, whose interests are sometimes very strange." ”

The waitress kept her head down and didn't dare to say anything, she knew that if she spoke casually at this time, she would only get herself involved in this big trouble.

She has seen a lot of jealousy, but she is also very self-aware, knowing that such jealousy is likely to turn into a bloody and even terrible war, so she only hopes not to involve herself now.

A tumultuous noise came from outside, and Alexander and Barondi, accompanied by Mr. and Mrs. Oflai, appeared at the door.

She slowly stood up, and she slowly descended from the steps of the throne, and at this moment the rising sun shone in through the high window, completely enveloping him in the clean, warm and bright sunlight of the early morning.

Even Barendi can't help but admit that Jisha at this time really looks like a queen.

Alexander carefully admired the painting-like scene in front of him, and then he walked over and hugged Josha softly.

"I'm proud of you." Alexander whispered in Josha's ear.

"And I'm proud to have you," replied in a low voice, "even if you're not mine alone." ”

After speaking, without waiting for the slightly embarrassed Alexander to explain, she let go of her hand and took the initiative to open her arms to Barendi: "Let's hug my sister-in-law, I think we will become the closest family in the future." ”

A strange look appeared on Barendi's face, she knew that there were rumors out there about him and Aunt Jisha's feud, although this rumor was indeed infinitely close to the truth, and when she knew that the real insider might guess, but no one would ever say it publicly.

But one thing that is right is that they are indeed "family", and it is conceivable that the interests of all of them will be closely linked for a long time to come.

Perhaps one day the crown and power will be the root of their eventual division and even hostility to each other, but now they are inseparable.

The sun has risen and although it is winter, the bright and warm sun still shines in the sky of Zaragoza, giving the city a vibrant atmosphere.

The huge bell rang over the city, the bell was deafening, and it soared into the sky, and a large number of birds were so frightened by the bell that they swept over the city, but they hovered in flocks, and people began to throw handfuls of wheat into the air without hesitation, and let the birds peck back and forth.

Flags of Sicily and Aragon fluttered on the rooftops of countless houses, and people flocked to the cathedral from the streets in all directions.

The Archbishop of Zaragoza stood on the steps under the Moorish arches in front of the cathedral, surrounded by the nobles of Zaragoza.

A little further away from the archbishop, the Valencian nobles gathered together and silently showed everyone their unusual status.

But at this time, everyone's eyes were on the palace, and everyone was waiting for that exciting moment.

When discussing the ritual steps with Josa, Josa told everyone in no uncertain terms that she had to appear before the people with her brother, and that, according to the queen, she wanted all the Aragonese to know that her brother "had the same rights as me".

This was obviously not in accordance with etiquette, but Tsusha warned all those who objected in a strong tone that if they could not accept her terms, then "there would be no more coronations".

The people were frightened by the Queen's unusually tough attitude, and more importantly they knew that if she refused to be crowned, as the Queen said, then there would be unimaginably terrible chaos waiting for Aragorn.

Eventually, the Aragonese nobles made concessions to the queen, and Alexander had a hunch that this compromise was just the beginning.

Loud trumpets sounded from far and near, and a cavalry procession of all-white and all-black horses strode through the street.

Eye-piercing cuirass glittering in the sunlight passed by the eyes, and cuirassiers, as if given wings made of sunlight, escorted a splendid carriage toward the cathedral.

Behind the cuirassiers, a group of huntsmen followed, and the fierce appearance of the Balkans surprised the Aragonese on the side of the road, who felt that only the Catalans could compare with the barbarians from the east, but it was clear that the line of Catalan mercenaries following the huntsmen made the Aragonese suddenly feel as if they had nothing to rely on.

Squad after team, the Aragonese were surprised to find that many of the banners that followed behind were obviously from different places, and although the soldiers carrying the flags were still the Regent's men, these flags were enough to prove the strength of the brother and sister.

The sound of the trumpets never stopped, and when the procession reached the square in front of the cathedral, a fierce and rapid sound of war drums instantly suppressed all sounds, and even the bells on the bell tower were temporarily ignored.

The drums of the war grew faster and faster, and as the two guards opened the double doors of the carriage, under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Kisha, wearing a unique armor and battle skirt, slowly walked down from the car.

The long skirt of precious silk and lace, pearls and precious stones, was set off by the tall and pretty body of the aspen plant, but if you look down, you will find that this long dress is so different, because the fluffy hem of the long dress is not set off by the same precious satin silk, but by pieces of armor leaves carved with delicate patterns.

The intricate overlapping of the blades, apparently by the hands of skilled craftsmen, formed a glittering metal casket that stretched outward from top to bottom like a trapezoidal on either side of the skirt, and in the center of this unique armor dress was a belt of countless large gem-encrusted inlays that made everyone jaw at the sight, gently binding the slender waist of the sha.

With a light step, Jossa walked up the steps slowly but with an indescribably relaxed pace, the Sicilian crown on her head glittering in the morning sun as she walked.

Suddenly, Josha stopped at the third step, and in the midst of all the attention, she turned to look at the other carriage that had stopped.

There was a whisper in the crowd, and people knew what she was waiting for.

The door opened, and Alexander stepped out of it, then he turned around and stretched out his arm to help Barendi, who had stepped out of the car.

Looking at Alexander walking slowly, Jisha smiled.

After walking up the second step, Barendi stopped, knowing that it was not her who was waiting for Jisha, and that she should give up the "brother and sister" at this moment.

Taking another step upward, Alexander and Jossa stood together.

They looked at each other and smiled at the same time.

"I want to thank God for giving you to me." Josha whispered, she didn't seem to care that those who were close enough to hear her.

"But I want to thank you for making me the happiest brother ever," Alexander leaned over and kissed him lightly on the forehead, then he took a step back and bowed to him, "Long live the Queen." ”

With Alexander's movements, earth-shattering cheers resounded in the sky!

On 5 February 1503, Queen Josa Cosenza Astamara of Sicily was sworn in as regent of Aragon at the Cathedral of Zaragoza and proclaimed Crown Prince of Aragon under the name of her husband, Anne I.

Iberia, began its true "Age of Two Kings".