**AD 1067 **: My wife-to-be still needs her education to be completed. My Steward being still a bachelor, I had him married to a Castillan lady whose competences were renowned, and entrusted my bride to her, so that she would teach her how to manage money and land. While I was at it, I married other celibate courtiers to women with potential, and the mayor of Huesca to one of my courtiers.
It was more difficult to find appropriate spouses to my two sisters, who shall inherit my titles if I were to die. I had to find men whose station in life suits a king’s sister and who would also be competent and useful men. The elder one married a nobleman from the Balkans, who became my spymaster. The younger (and my primary heir) a prince of Denmark, which brought a lot of prestige to my house. I made him my new steward. To my surprise, this prince would later become heir to the throne of Denmark, and his marriage having been matrilineal, the house Jimena might one day rule this remote country.
**AD 1067 **: On January 1st, Isabel d’Urgell came of age and I married her. I hope she will give me a son. Several children would be born this year, but none from my loins. My sister Urraca, though, had a son, so securing our lineage.
**AD 1068 **: The king of Arragon launched a holy war against the neighboring, and rather powerful, emirate of Zaragoza. I decided to stay out of this adventurous war. I’m bidding my time, and accumulating money. For this purpose, I raised the tax level on cities.
On the other hand I agreed to join a war waged by an Italian relative against the infidels in Sicily. Not that I expect to actually help him fight this war, but I’m sure he’ll appreciate this symbolic gesture.
An envoy of Pope Alexander II explained to me that his Holiness wanted to choose the bishop of Arragon. I politely told him that until further notice, I’m the master in my kingdom.
**AD 1069 **: I married my half-brother to a lady really remarkable for her talents. He didn’t appreciate at all that she was a lowborn woman. He said it would be a black mark on his honour. But who cares about his honour? He’s a bastard, anyway.
I accumulated enough money to hire and pay for some time a band of Scot mercenaries. The Sheik of Lerida is in an open revolt against the emir of Zaragoza. The Kings of Leon, Castille and Galicia are embroiled in a war. The time is right to claim the domain of my brother-in-law, the count of Urgell. On July, I gather my armies.