You are the prince of Florence. You are way too cool to be a king-- you'd be like "Dad, the people need more food. Dad, this building is going to negatively impact the countryside."
Thank you for hauling us around your fair country, for being Dad to our Mom. Hopefully we'll be able to terrorize you again.
Don't be too sad, either. You'll see her again.
I hope you're not laying on the floor, empty grappa bottle in your hand, Oscar and Sasha licking honey and fig syrup off of your unconcious body. Seriously.