Maggiori Family/Maddelena

Maddelena Maggiori is the youngest of the three daughters and the most impetuous. She is gregarious to the point of being loud and enjoys above all else partying. She is so completely unlike either of her elder sisters, owing to there being a significant age difference between them and the fact that her father spoiled her rotten in his older years.

Maddelena has worshiped the Dutchess Kestrelle for as long as she can remember. She read stories about her and wanted so much to be like her. Now that the Dutchess and she are developing a friendship, Maddelena is literally over the moon! She is on such a high and so excited about everything she does and sees. She just wants to have fun.

Even the battlefield makes her laugh. She has been known to laugh at funerals, and laughed at some of the carnage created by war. It is not that she is without conscience, it is rather that she is without affectation. She is a young, free, spirit that has not yet been tamed by the harsh realities of life. She is a shrew, and she is accustomed to having her own way. So far, the men in her life have not been able to control her, as she has this amazing capacity to wrap them around her little finger and then pass them over when she considers that they become 'boring'. Maddelena is often bored.

~~ Maddelena is brought letters and reports from her messenger to read.

"Put them in my room and I'll look at them later!" she declares. "And sit down and have a drink for you are far too serious!"

"But M'Lady there are important matters for you to attend to" the messenger said nervously above the din of singing, launghing and the clanging of tankerds for the tavern was full and in high spirits.

"But I want to have fun!" shouted Maddelena above the noise.

The messenger looked at her and sighed. He knew that Maddelena's father had spoilt her to the point where she knew no reponsibility. Perhaps he should secretly write to one of her sisters in the hope that they would influence her to the good. Perhaps he should mention his concerns to the Duchess Kestrelle for he felt sure she would not condone such behavior. Perhaps he would do both.

He quietly carried the parchments and papers up the stairs of his Lady's rooms and found them to be in complete disaray, with clothes, weapons,even gold strewn all over the place. If he did not know his lady better he would have assumed that she had been robbed. But this was how Maddelena lived, a perpetual whirlwind of unending chaos. He sighed as he started to straighten things out for her. He had promised her father he would do nothing less. He knew that there was no reasoning with Maddelena that night, but come morning as he prepared an antidote to her hangover, he might perhaps be able at least to read the correspondence to her and get some sort of reply. Maddelena was always remorseful in the morning...~~