Succession of Niece and Death
In 1419, Giannantonio married Anna Colonna, daughter of lord Lorenzo Onofrio Colonna. Quite early, it was evident that he would be succeeded by the issue of his siblings. Giannantonio's niece, Isabella of Clermont, was the heiress presumptive of large feudal possessions in Southern Italy. By royal intervention, she was married in 1444 to Ferdinand I of Naples, the illegitimate son of King Alfonso V of Aragon, who had seized Southern Italy from its Angevin kings in the 1430s and 1440s. In 1458, by the will of King Alfonso, Isabella's husband became king of his conquered territories (making Isabella queen consort). As such, Ferdinand used the title King of Naples and Jerusalem.
Giovanni Antonio died a rebel in 1463 without legitimate issue; he was strangled in Altamura and King Ferdinand confiscated most of his lands. Isabella died soon afterwards in 1465. Her heir was her eldest son, the future Alfonso II of Naples, who, like his father, used the title King of Naples and Jerusalem during his reign (1494–95).
He died at Altamura.
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