January 4, 1502, was a heavy day for the Kingdom of Castile.

Queen Isabella A. Sodebe de Astamara, Castilla, was in dying on this day.

The Queen's personal pastor, Thomas Togomada, and Archbishop of Castilia who came from Toledo, gave a brief sleepy prayer for the Queen.

This early ritual, which has long been abandoned in many parts of Europe, is actually a supplementary ritual to prevent patients from missing a dying repentance due to coma.

Many years ago, this kind of ceremony was explained by the church as unnecessary, because according to the church's later explanation of various holy rituals, as long as the pastor is present, even if the deceased cannot personally confess due to coma at the time of death, he is still regarded as having received salvation through the messenger of God.

However, according to Isabella's own request, Tongomada and the Archbishop still prayed for her.

The door of the Queen's bedroom that had been closed was opened, and all the doors in the living palace were also opened.

The nobles who were qualified to enter the living palace were already waiting in the rooms and corridors outside the bedroom, while the large number of nobles who were not qualified had to wait for news in the yard.

The queen's husband, Ferdinand, King of Aragon, had already changed into a black robe at the suggestion of the Archbishop and the court chief. Although there were a few patterns on the robe, people realized that some terrible things were inevitably coming after seeing the deep color.

When Ferdinand walked into the living room, he saw Gonzalo standing under a window in the room outside. Unlike before, whenever he appeared, he was always shining like the dazzling sun. Today, Gonzalo also changed into a simple dress.

Gonzalo, who was also dark robe and dark top, looked calm and deep while standing in front of the window and looking out at the garden withering winter.

Ferdinand did not say hello to Gonzalo. He walked through the long room and came to the bedroom door with people's attention and low discussion. After the queen's close maid came out and reported to him a few words, Ferdinand also gave a soft command, and then quietly walked in.

At this time, Gonzalo, who had been looking out the window, turned his head and looked at the bedroom door, but he still didn't say anything, and ignored the people around him who seemed to want to say something to him, but continued to look out the window.

In the bedroom, Togo Mada and the Archbishop knelt on the kneeling couches on both sides of the queen's bed. Togo Mada leaned forward and pressed his ears against the queen's mouth and listened carefully. The Archbishop used his hands to dip the holy water in the basin held by a priest next to him and gently wiped the queen's hands outside the blanket.

Seeing Togo Motor nodding from time to time, as if he had heard something, Ferdinand frowned secretly, but he knew that it was not appropriate not to say anything at this time, but he was also thinking about how to prevent Togo Motor from using his privilege as a private priest to falsely spread Isabella's will.

The female officials and servants standing in the room tried to suppress the grief in their hearts. Some of them cried softly and immediately clogged their mouths. Except for the queen's sometimes vague and sometimes intermittently, some humming moans that could not be distinguished at all, the room was very quiet.

Ferdinand waited patiently, his face was very calm, except for the clothes on his body that heralded the terrifying moment that was about to come, he looked very calm.

In fact, Ferdinand was not at all in peace at that time, and the bad news from Sicily in the morning completely shocked him.

The 6,000 Aragonese Expeditionary Forces' disastrous defeat in Sicily became the biggest military disaster since Ferdinand ascended the throne.

Whether it was the Castilian throne war broke out with the Portuguese, the subsequent movement to expel the Moors, or even the war to compete for the territory of the Italian forces, he had never suffered such a crushing defeat.

6,000 expeditionary forces fell into Sicily, while Count de Sanchode, one of his most trusted generals, was missing on the battlefield. Such a defeat had already made Aragon's position in Sicily crumbling. At this time, the only thing he could hope for was the Aragon fleet to return in time and then blockade the coalition forces left in Sicily.

In fact, even if Sicily was blocked, the huge losses caused by this battle could not be recovered in a short period of time. At least Aragon was unable to send an expeditionary force to Sicily again in the short term.

So at this time, Ferdinand was far less calm than he seemed on the surface, and what he had to face was the inevitable chaos that was about to come with Isabella's death.

Thomas Tongoma finally straightened up. He drew a cross on his chest and looked at the Archbishop opposite the bed. Seeing the Archbishop nodding silently, he stood up and walked around the bed to Ferdinand and whispered: "Your Majesty, we have made a dying confession for Her Majesty. If you have anything else, please tell Your Majesty now, and then we will quietly wait for the moment when the Queen is entrusted with the vocation."

Ferdinand nodded. At this time, he did not want to have a conflict with Togo Mada. He walked to the bed and looked at his wife who was completely in a coma. At this moment, a burst of unconcealed grief suddenly surged into his heart.

Ferdinand quickly blocked his mouth with his hands, slowed down the almost crying sound, and then began to breathe heavily and suppress the huge grief in his heart.

"Please forgive me, I'll stay alone with my wife for a while."

Tongomada and the Archbishop looked at each other quickly and looked at the doctors beside each other. Seeing them nodding silently, a few people walked quietly towards the other room.

Ferdinand knelt down beside the bed, he held Isabella's thin hand and rubbed it gently on his cheek. At this moment, he was just a husband whose wife was about to leave forever. Looking at the face that had been with him for most of his life, Ferdinand finally couldn't suppress the pain in his heart and let out a low cry.

From the afternoon of January 4, Queen Isabella was completely in a coma. The doctors used various methods, some of which were even cruel and bloody, but these efforts failed to awaken her from the coma, which made the doctors finally confirmed that the Queen had truly reached the last moment of her life.

By this time, people already knew that the misfortune that had been feared was coming, and many people couldn't help but worry while waiting for the last news of the Queen.

Although Juana has arrived after hearing the news and should be on the way not far from Valliardode, people know that with the death of Isabella, Castilla will inevitably usher in chaos.

This chaos comes from the various conflicts that Juana inherited the throne and Ferdinand will inevitably become Castilla's regent. At this time, some people even think that for Castilla, perhaps the beautiful Philip is also said to be almost out of reach, which is also good news, otherwise there may be a war between the father-in-law and son-in-law to seize power.

But even so, as Maximian's only son, Philip still had the same important influence on Castilla in terms of law as Ferdinand, and whether the emperor would use this influence to intervene in Castilla's affairs has become a possibility that many people have speculated.

In the evening, the wind blew under the dark sky in winter, stirring up a fallen leaf in the palace yard. Listening to the whistling wind outside the window, Gonzalo picked up a piece of meat pie from the plate held by the laker next to him and stuffed it into his mouth.

People had been waiting for a long time, and hunger forced many nobles to find ways to solve the problem themselves, but Gonzalo called a familiar court servant to bring him a meat pie.

Seeing him standing there silently but eating meat pie with big mouthfuls, many people couldn't help but frown slightly.

Although many people have high expectations for him as a representative figure among the Castile nobles, not everyone likes him. Some nobles who were not appreciated by the queen also had a deep disgust towards Gonzalo. Seeing him still so arrogant and domineering at this time, thinking about his well-known bad relationship with Ferdinand, people can't help but secretly guess that with the death of Isabella, Gonzalo's life will probably not be so easy in the future.

Several figures walked through the dark garden and walked out the window. Gonzalo noticed that they were all wearing all black clothes, and they wrapped themselves tightly so that they could not see clearly. His hand holding the meat pie couldn't help but pause slightly, and his mouth that was chewing stopped.

Gonzalo knew that those were night watchmen. According to Castilia's custom for many years, when the deceased had just passed away, several night watchmen needed to be arranged in the room immediately. These people were all labor servants in the church. Their task was to protect the souls of the deceased and not leave this room until they were called to heaven.

This custom was inherited from the early Goths, who conquered Europe but were also conquered by religion, brought some of their own customs over the years to Iberia, and the locals on the Iberian Peninsula preserved these customs that had long disappeared elsewhere.

The wind outside was whistling, and the candles in the hall were swaying lightly and darkly. Suddenly, the candles on a wax table hanging on the wall not far away from Gonzalo were "pop" and he immediately fell into a layer of dullness around him.

Gonzalo's heart suddenly shrank, and he seemed to have a premonition of something, and at the same time, this dim scene seemed to foreshadow his future.

Gonzalo walked to the wax table and picked up the flint placed on it and knocked on it a few times. Just as he was about to tint the butter-stained fire, the Archbishop suddenly appeared at the door of the bedroom.

Everyone's eyes looked at the Archbishop in an instant. In this short moment, except for the constant whistling wind outside the window, the room was terrifyingly quiet.

"Isabella A. Sodebe de Astamara, the Queen of Castilia who was loved by her subjects, and who was also the kingdom of Jerusalem, was a high monarch, had been called."

In an instant, a low sound rang out in the room, and then the sound was spreading into the corridor and outside the palace.

Someone began to cry in the garden, and at the same time, the fearful night watchmen had already walked in through the crowd.

Watching these guardians of the undead pass by themselves, people make way for them as if they are plague.

Gonzalo held half of the meat pie in one hand and slightly hot flint in the other hand. He stared blankly at the bedroom door without moving. Even though someone had already rushed towards the bedroom, he was still standing there without moving.

A follower who was sending a message ran quickly past him and hit him in panic. At this time, Gonzalo seemed to wake up. He was still holding the two things in his hand, but he walked towards the bedroom door.

According to their status, some nobles had entered the room. They surrounded the queen's bed. When they saw Gonzalo walking in, they couldn't help but look at him.

It was only then that people noticed the strange thing he was holding, and Gonzalo seemed to be completely awake until a follower carefully took it from him.

He and the nobles fell to one knee in a circle, and as the Archbishop recited the rest scriptures, everyone prayed in a low voice.

The death knell of the palace and the cathedral rang almost at the same time, and then the bells of the entire Valyaridod church also remembered.

The dull and depressing bells shrouded the city of Valliedo in the night sky, and many citizens who were also waiting for the last moment walked out of their homes.

They knelt silently on the street in the direction of the palace, and some places that were already ready began to raise black flags.

Queen Isabella of Castile died at the age of 50 after her kingdom just arrived in 1502 after she was ruling her kingdom at the age of 50.

According to Isabella's will, her daughter Juana will soon inherit her throne, and her husband Ferdinand will become Juana's regent.

Although this decision was something everyone could think of, it still caused a small commotion after it was announced.

It is noticed that in Isabel's political will, she did not leave any inheritance to her son-in-law Philip, which means that even if Philip lives well, he will eventually get the status of a prince as Juana's husband.

This sounds reasonable, after all, Castilla is only obtained with the help of her cousin and husband Ferdinand. As a descendant of the Astamara family, Ferdinand is of course more qualified to become Juana's regent.

But despite this, people still can't help but have various associations, especially when some people with long-term visions think that Juana's descendants will inherit the two kingdoms in the future, they can't help but start to think about the current subtle situation.

At this time, some people thought of Maximian's habit of always loving trouble, and it was obviously unlikely that his grandson would be controlled by the Aragonese court for a long time, because this would undoubtedly greatly weaken his influence.

The result is that even though he heard that Philip is about to die soon, Vienna will definitely try his best to interfere in Castile affairs, not to mention that the French have invaded Iberia, which gives Maximian a more favorable reason and excuse.

Thinking of this, it seemed that Castilia's future suddenly became confusing, which made the nobles who were now considering the "post-Isabella era" situation worry.

Juana's arrival brought this concern to a peak.

Juana came much later than people thought, and the reason why she arrived was because she actually brought Philip together.

When they saw Philip being lifted from the carriage, many people were stunned. They never thought that Juana would come back with Philip who had only breathe. Looking at the body lying on a door panel with a thick blanket, many people couldn't help but flash through their minds, "Crazy Juana", a nickname that has always been circulating in secret.

When Ferdinand saw Juana, he was also seeing Philip who was carrying him in. This made him frown immediately. Whether as a king or a father, he could not tolerate Juana's actions. He just looked at Juana's eyes that seemed to be completely distracted. Ferdinand began to worry that if he stimulated her too much, he might make her do something extraordinary.

In desperation, Ferdinand had to promise Juana that someone would take good care of Philip, and she had to calm down as soon as possible.

"Your mother is still in this room, you have to go and have a good look at her, so please be more rational for God's sake." Ferdinand said and sighed. He suddenly felt that the various difficulties he was facing were almost crushing him. Even just after Isabella died, he felt the heavy pressure from all around him.

As for Emperor Maximian, he didn't even bother to consider how to deal with his in-laws at this time.

Juana seemed very well-behaved this time. She walked into the room carefully. When she saw her mother who had already changed into a gorgeous robe and lying peacefully on the bed, she seemed to twist her neck curiously, and then slowly walked to the bed and knelt down.

"Your mother wants you to inherit her throne," Ferdinand, standing behind Juana, whispered "she has left you the most precious thing in her life, and you have the responsibility to fulfill all your obligations as a queen."

"But," Juana finally spoke, her eyes staring at Isabella's face that seemed strange because of her loss of anger, and then hesitated to look back at Ferdinand "I don't want to be a queen, I just want to be by Philip's side. With him I have everything."

Ferdinand's cheeks twitched, and an uncontrollable anger surged in his eyes, and the hardware of Juana's eyes became severe and gloomy.

"Or let Philip be king, I will only be his queen."

Juana blurted out as if she had figured out something, and everyone in the room who heard her words could not help but change their faces instantly.

Ferdinand's face was extremely hard to see. His anger made him stretch out his hand and hold Juana's wrist tightly and pressed his voice down and asked sternly: "Who told you to say this? Is it Philip? Did he ask you to say such words that humiliate your mother, or even the entire Astamara family?"

"Of course not, I don't allow you to say that to my husband!" Juana shouted loudly. "I shouldn't have come back at first. He is very ill now. I want to go to him."

After saying that, Juana shook Ferdinand's hand and walked out the door desperately under everyone's stunned gaze.

Looking at Juana's back rushing away from the room angrily, Ferdinand's whole body was cold. At this moment, he suddenly felt like a beast that had fallen into the swamp. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not get rid of it. The sinking became deeper and deeper, and he was about to suffocate and die.

Alexander learned that Isabella had passed away a few days later, and the war about Sicily came at the same time as the news.

Listening to Alexander excitedly reciting the battle of Noto, Earl Modillo, who was sitting opposite him, had a knowing smile on his face.

It was not until the complete Sicily war that Alexander said calmly: "Isabella is dead."

Earl Modilo nodded slowly and asked him: "Have you thought about what to do?"
Chapter completed!