On October 4, 1802, the royal wedding was celebrated in Barcelona. The meeting between the two spouses, he was twenty-five and she was thirteen, was a disaster. Francesco was a grown man, politically prepared to manage the leadership of a state, already a father, while Isabella was a shy teenager who had not yet had her period, absolutely devoid of any political vision, still tied to games and dreams. They returned together to Naples, the future king and the child bride. Waiting for her was a city that celebrated, with the lazars screaming at the port, asking for help. Isabella grew up and began her role as a broodmare. In 1804, when she was only fifteen, her first daughter, Luisa Carlotta, was born. Five more females and six males followed over time, at a relentless pace. She became queen in 1825. But she was queen for a while. While waiting to sit on the throne she tried to settle the offspring. She did it above all by strengthening relations with her family of origin.