#louis viii

[angevinyaoiz]

Some more Philip Augustus doodles + a little Louis the Lion, based on the description by Pain Gatineau as "a well-knit, handsome man, bald (from his illness at Acre), of agreeable face and ruddy complexion, loving good cheer, wine and women. Generous to his friends, he was miserly to those who displeased him; very skilled in the art of the engineer, catholic in his faith, far-seeing, obstinate in his resolution. His judgment was sound and quick. He was also quick in his anger, but easily appeased." (source)

Source is kind of hm I can’t find the quote anywhere else but also I don’t know French so who knows. It’s fun regardless. Also idk if they had wigs back then but the idea is amusing to me, wanted to give him the flowing locks from the seal

#Philip Augustus #Philip ii of France #Louis viii #Louis the Lion #French history #my art #doodles #13th century #12th century

[shewhoworshipscarlin]

Louis VIII of France and Blanche of Castile, 1220.

#1220s #middle ages #louis VIII

[just-history-things]

Disputed monarchs and claimants to the throne of England and Britain

#Ælfweard of Wessex #Edgar Ætheling #empress matilda #louis viii #lady jane grey #james francis edward stuart #charles edward stuart #henry benedict stuart #history #english history #british history

[historygoodies]

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Team Louis VIII (the Lion) 6 Cm Round Badge

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#Louis VIII #King Louis #Louis the Lion #King of France #French King #Capetian #medieval #badge #history

[roehenstart]

Louis the Lion, king of France. By Henri Lehmann.

#Henri Lehmann #louis the lion #roi de france #vive le roi #louis viii #capétiens #royaume de france

[emmaofnormandy]

~Hear them Roar: when Louis VIII of France meets Jaime Lannister~

Found in his favourite residence, the Château de Montpensier, was the king of France. His beloved wife, Queen Blanche, insisted in making him company. Or that at least, she requested, that he joined her in bed. 

“It does little good for yourself to stay up as late as this hour”, she warned him. 

But the lion of France was a stubborn man. Naturally, he refused the invitation, as tempting as it might had been. Truth was, he was expecting a guest. Despite the insistences of Blanche, upon which she was far more reasonable than him when claiming no man, regardless of his status, would come to the destiny late at night, he waited.

He was pacing around the great hall of the castle, built of stones. The fireplace warmed enough the surroundings, but Louis was too tired to bother the reminiscences of the cold. In fact, when he approached the windows in an attempt to find a light out of the dark, he knew there was little to hope for. He opened it, nonetheless, but one small breeze blowing against face made him quickly step backwards to his seat close to the fireplace.

As an aging man, Louis felt death dancing too close to him. When he took his seat, he could feel the shadows of the ending life tossed around him. A warning, he could hear from the ghosts, that the end was near. His memories, by then, took him back to the days where he almost became the first Louis to become sovereign upon all the Englishmen. He could even picture submitting other unimportant realms such as Wales and Scotland, had he had the chance of doing so.

Sword was his best friend, his best lover. The power with which he swung the sharp blade against his enemies, taking their lives out of their fleshes, could still be seen through the old lion’s eyes. He was great. The greater Louis, the king thought. However... what was the point of the recognition of his skills when his reign entered it’s twilight?

Immersed in such thoughts, Louis did not hear steps coming. Of course, as a king, he could not be alone. There were guards in their posts, eyeing every corner, every detail, always aware of who was in, who was out. Admittedly, however, Louis never saw them as a single person, an individual who, like himself, had each stories to collect and tell. That was why he was startled when the captain of his guard announced:

“Your Grace, a knight man named Jaime of the House Lannister has arrived. He claims to have been invited by you, Sire”.

Louis sighed. A sign of his hand was the answer needed and soon Louis’s eyes were drawned to the figure that was this close to be the ghost of himself. There was this man, a knight whose fame overshadowed the deeds and brilliantism of Lancelot and Percival, two of the greatests knights who followed King Arthur. Louis wondered if the man that stood before him would have been acquainted with such stories. After all, as far as he was concerned, Westeros was a completely different realm from France, even England, or elsewhere he’d been before. 

Jaime was not that younger than him, after all. When his dark pierce blue eyes got accostumed to the figure before him, Louis could tell they were of close age. The Lannister knight was dressed in his best costumes, with a white cape capturing his attention in particular. 

“Your Grace.” Jaime said, greeting properly the king of such a distant and foreigner land. “’Tis a pleasure to be at your presence. On behalf of the king Tommen of the Seven Kingdoms, we are pleased to note this meeting finally took place”

Louis immediately decided that he liked the other male. A kind gesture followed brief presentations, in which he indicated a seat for Jaime to take, which he did. In turn, Jaime thought only pleasantries when he took his place. As a matter of fact, it surprised him to see how similar they were in manners. 

Quiet, reserved, but definitely fierce warrior in battle. The man too keeps his sword close to him and he dresses accordingly his station... though I’d say it fits more a soldier than a king. His eyes are studying me as much mine are studying his. Good, I suppose.

Once wine and food were served, Louis the king did not take much longer to pursue conversation with Jaime the knight. Soon, he had his confirmation that they shared many things in common besides the looks and the age.

“I trust the journey has not been dull?” He inquired as he took a sip of his wine. Burgundian, as he appreciated. Sweet.

Taking notice the court of the king appreciated the wine a little too much, which bitterly reminded him of Cersei, Jaime, though, kept the perceptions to himself. He thus took the glass to his lips and sipped quietly before answering:

“Not at all, Your Grace. It was a very long one, which is what one supposes to be when studying the distance between two different kingdoms. Thankfully, however, it was hardly anything that should not be inquired in what we qualify as dull.”

Such remark brought a smirk to the king’s lips. 

“Well then, at least all went well”, said he. “Tell me, my lord, what is Westeros like? You must excuse my ignorance on that matter for most of my life was spent in wars, whether inside or outside in England, so I’ve had little time to be informed of Westeros. A knowledge that my father decided to keep to himself.”

Another one who has issues with his father? 

Jaime pondered his words carefully before explaining the other king about his realm. In truth, he knew that if Joffrey was present, he’d take the older man’s words as insult, regardless if Louis was his equal in status. But these days were thankfully not governed by his bloody son, and even now Jaime was far from the brutus idiotic he might had been in the past. After all, don’t people evolve?

“Westeros is composed by seven kingdoms, Sire. Each one once had their own overlords before the conquest of the House Targaryen”, and here he explained who were these Targaryens and could see the perplexity behind Louis’s eyes, those also showing some skepticism. The usual reaction. “However the Targaryen rule did not last as long as one might think. I suppose it /did/ last long enough, but we had a rebellion that put them down for good.”

Jaime wiselly kept the king ignorant of his part on Robert’s rebellion, not telling him he was regarded as kingslayer for many years. Even nowadays, people insisted in calling him so. However, king Louis was no fool. He could read the eyes of every man and woman who sat before him and knew when they were telling lies or not. 

Louis believed in Jaime, but understood that a man as him had his secrets.

We all have that side we’d like to keep. Arrogance, vanity, overpowering others... These precisely faults that led me to loose the crown of England.

“We have much in common, I see. Your stories did reach my ears, a contrast to the history you lectured me.”

Jaime smiled. He was not expecting this to be.

“I appreciate it, Sire. You are mostly kind. But I don’t think I deserve these stories... I’m afraid they make me no justice.”

Louis’s interest was captured. He inclined little forward.

“How so?”

The man is a well reader of persons.

Jaime looked uncomfortable, but there was little need to tell lies.

“I fear my morals were corrupted with time.”

“It usually happens to many of us.”

Louis smiled and such men, formerly strangers to one another, found comfort in each other’s presence. A comfortable silence came between them, but the conversation started naturally again after a few moments in contemplation.

“I was told you are the lion of France”, mentioned Jaime, in awe. 

At such unexpected remark, Louis’s features softened. He was not sure how to respond this. But eventually a smile came out as response before saying:

“I fought many battles ever since I was a young lad. My father wanted his son and eventual heir to be shaped in his image.”

At this, Jaime laughed. 

“My father too hoped to turn me in his heir.”

Louis’s eyebrows raised.

“Really? What happened then?”

“I’ve made a vow and the disappointment was crystal clear”,said the kingslayer, eventually telling how the last Targaryen king chose him to become part of the King’s Guards and therefore could not take a wife nor have a part of inheritance of the family. A perpetual, but disgraced vow.

“I’m sorry about that”, said Louis, genuinely so. 

As they exchanged looks, Jaime felt as if, for the first time in his lifetime, he found a genuine friend. Maybe too early to make such assumption, but with his father’s demise and the disappearance of Tyrion, he felt alone in this world. Perhaps this diplomacy mission he was sent for was not entirely a bad idea.

“At times, I feel sorry too.”

Wine was served once more before the two men contemplated silently how similar were their lives. How God’s purpose was strange in bringing such men together.

“A lion in this world survives alone”, said the French king, “because the authority that comes with force is unmatchable. Our legacy, my friend, is left in conquests written in History, but for our enemies... Our roar will continuously roar within the depth of their far more lonely minds.”

Jaime smiled. Who could tell there’d be comfort and learning in such strange lands? He rose his glass filled with wine and toasted:

“A friendship uniting two realms. For this, I cheer upon.”

Louis followed him in gesture and said:

“For the alliance brought upon us. For Westeros and France.”

In the end, even such powerful lions could not dwell upon their destinies alone. That was how they survived, that was how they roared in such a world. No death could eclipse that...

#Jaime Lannister #House Lannister #Louis VIII #King Louis #Louis VIII of France #Capét dynasty #House Capét #Capetienne Dynasty #lion of france #crossover

[joachimnapoleon]

This period, in which all are lacking in frankness, oppresses the heart: everyone threw out a profession of faith as it were a foot-bridge to cross the difficulty of the day, free to change his direction, the difficulty once passed; youth alone was sincere, because it was near its cradle. Bonaparte solemnly declared that he renounced his crown; he departed, and returned after nine months. Benjamin Constant printed his vehement protest against the tyrant, and he changed in twenty-four hours.... Marshal Soult excited the troops against their old leader; a few days later he was roaring with laughter at his own proclamation in Napoleon’s closet in the Tuileries, and became Major-general of the army at Waterloo; Marshal Ney kissed the King’s hands, swore to bring him Bonaparte locked up in an iron cage, and handed over to the latter all the corps under his command. And the King of France, alas? He declared that, at the age of sixty years, he could not better end his career than by dying in defence of his people... and fled to Ghent! At the sight of this incapacity for truth in men’s feelings, at the want of harmony between their words and their deeds, one feels seized with disgust for the human kind.

-Memoirs of Chateaubriand, Vol III (English translation 1902), pg 122.

#Napoleon #Napoleon Bonaparte #Michel Ney #Louis VIII #Nicolas Jean-de-Dieu Soult #Chateaubriand #memoirs #19th century #history

[shorthistory]

On this day (08/06) 1223: coronation of Louis VIII and Blanche of Castile in Reims.

#france #Louis VIII #blanche of castile #reims #cathedrale #coronation #history #short history #king #queen #european history #europe #1223 #paris

[everythingieverloved]

[Blanche of Castile's] husband, Louis VIII, seems to have appreciated his wife’s political acumen, because when he died, he left the management of France not to his most trusted advisers, but expressly and specifically to his widow. She was not regent - someone appointed to govern for a specific time period - but ruler in her own right until her son, Louis IX, came into his majority. In the Middle Ages, the difference between regent and ruler was a subtle but telling distinction. Regents, as appointed officials, did not claim the same moral, political, or social authority as a ruler. Blanche had been crowned queen of France three years earlier, when her husband had been crowned king, in a ceremony conducted by the archbishop of Reims. This meant that she, as well as he, was formally recognized by the church as a member of the royal line. It was from this investiture that she derived her legitimacy as ruler.

“Four Queens,” Nancy Goldstone

#historicwomendaily #blanche of castile #history #historicalquotes #louis viii #four queens #nancy goldstone #my edit

[tiny-librarian]

Royal Birthdays for today, September 5th:

Louis VIII, King of France, 1187

Alix, Duchess of Brittany, 1201

Peter IV, King of Aragon, 1319

Magnus, Duke of Holstein, 1540

Louis XIV, King of France, 1638

Maria of Nassau, Countess of Simmern-Kaiserslautern, 1642

Frederick Christian, Elector of Saxony, 1722

Archduke Charles, Duke of Teschen, 1771

Fath-Ali Shah Qajar, Iranian King, 1772

Pierre Casiraghi, Son of Princess Caroline, 1987

#louis viii #louis xiv #pierre casiraghi #peter iv #alix of thouars #maria of nassau #magnus of holstein #archduke charles #frederick christian of saxony #Fath-Ali Shah Qajar #royal birthdays #long live the queue

[angevinyaoiz]

Idk felt like drawing more Bald Philippes (featuring baby Louis VIII learning the art of bullying)

#Philip Augustus #Louis VIII #my art #Doodles #12th Century

[shewhoworshipscarlin]

Coronation of Louis VIII of France and Blanche of Castile, 1223.

#fleur de lis #1220s #antique #middle ages #louis viii

[mary-tudor]

ᴍᴇᴅɪᴇᴠᴀʟ ᴍᴀɴᴜsᴄʀɪᴘᴛs + ғᴀɴ ᴄᴀsᴛ: 

                             ʀᴏɪ ʟᴏᴜɪs ᴠɪɪɪ ᴅᴇ ғʀᴀɴᴄᴇ 

                                                 ᴇᴛ 

                            ʟᴀ ʀᴇɪɴᴇ ʙʟᴀɴᴄʜᴇ ᴅᴇ ᴄᴀsᴛɪʟʟᴇ

#Medieval manuscript #enluminures #Roi Louis VIII #Louis VIII #Reine Blanche #Queen Blanche #Blanche de Castille #Louis Capet #House of Capet #middle ages #Tom Hiddleston as Louis VIII #Jodie Comer as Blanche de Castille

[thecapetiandynasty]

Today in history, September 5, 1187: the birth of Louis VIII

"Louis VIII the Lion (French: Louis VIII le Lion) (5 September 1187 – 8 November 1226) was King of France from 1223 to 1226. He also claimed the title King of England from 1216 to 1217. Louis VIII was born in Paris, the son of King Philip II of France and Isabelle of Hainaut, from whom he inherited the County of Artois.

While Louis VIII only briefly reigned as king of France, he was an active leader in his years as crown prince. During the First Barons' War of 1215–17 against King John of England, his military prowess earned him the epithet the Lion. After his victory at the Battle of Roche-au-Moine in 1214, he invaded southern England and was proclaimed "King of England" by rebellious barons in London on the 2 June 1216. He was never crowned, however, and renounced his claim after being excommunicated and repelled. In 1217, Louis started the conquest of Guyenne, leaving only a small region around Bordeaux to Henry III of England.

Louis's short reign was marked by an intervention using royal forces into the Albigensian Crusade in southern France that decisively moved the conflict towards a conclusion. He died in 1226 and was succeeded by his son Louis IX."

#louis viii #louis viii of france #today in history #On This Day in History #birth #le queue

[tudorsweekly]

The Other Isabella of France - Guest Article by Moniek

“St. Isabel of France Saint-Germain l’Auxerrois” by © Marie-Lan Nguyen / Wikimedia Commons. Licensed under CC BY 3.0 via Commons The most famous Isabella of France is of course the She-Wolf of France and Queen of England as the wife of Edward II. She seized power from her husband and crowned her son instead. This Isabella (or Isabelle) of France was completely different however and she is now…

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#Blanche of Castile #Isabella of France #Louis VIII #Saint Isabella of France

[stephaniehasekisultan]

Blanche of Castile (1188 – 1252)  was a Queen consort of France as the wife of Louis VIII. She acted as regent twice during the reign of her son, Louis IX.

She was born in Palencia, Spain, 1188, the third daughter of Alfonso VIII, king of Castile, and Eleanor of England. Eleanor was a daughter of Henry II of England and Eleanor of Aquitaine.

Eleanor of Aquitaine, traveled to Castile to look over her two granddaughters, daughters of Eleanor of England and King Alfonso VIII. She decided that the younger, Blanche, was more suited for the marriage than the year-older Urraca. Eleanor of Aquitaine returned with the 12-year-old Blanche, who was married to the 13-year-old Louis.

Accounts of the time indicate that Blanche loved her husband. She delivered twelve children, five of whom lived to adulthood.

In 1223, Philip died, and Louis and Blanche were crowned. Louis went to southern France as part of the first Albigensian crusade, to suppress the Cathari, a heretical sect that had become popular in that area. Louis died of dysentery which he contracted on the trip back. His last order was to appoint Blanche of Castile as the guardian of Louis IX, their remaining children, and "the kingdom."

When Louis and his three brothers all went on crusade to the Holy Land, Louis selected his mother, at age 60, to be regent. The crusade went badly: Robert of Artois was killed, King Louis captured, and his very pregnant Queen Marguerite and, then, her child, had to seek safety in Damietta and Acre. Louis raised his own ransom, and decided to send his surviving two brothers home while remaining in the Holy Land.

Blanche of Castile died in November, 1252, with Louis and Marguerite still in the Holy Land, not to return until 1254. Louis never accepted Marguerite as the strong advisor his mother had been, despite Marguerite's efforts in that direction.

#blanche of castile #blanca de castilla #louis ix #louis viii #french history #eleanor of aquitania #henry ii of england