Life
Isabella was firstly betrothed by the treaty of Vendôme in March 1227 to Alfonso, Count of Poitiers, third surviving son of Louis VIII of France and Blanche of Castile. The marriage contract was however broken off and Alfonso instead married Joan, Countess of Toulouse.
Isabella was firstly married to Maurice IV, Sire of Craon. They were married until Maurice's death in 1250. They had the following children:
- Amuary II (died 1269), successor to his father as Sire and married Yolande, daughter of John I, Count of Dreux but died without issue.
- Maurice V (died 11 February 1293), succeeded his brother as Sire, married Matilda of Berthout and had issue.
- Oliver (died 24 August 1285), Archbishop of Tours
- Margaret (died after 16 August 1280), married Renaud de Pressigny
- Jeanne (died before 1288), married Gerard II of Chabot and had a daughter named Isabella.
A charter dated October 1252 records a dispute with Isabella and her husband's will.
Only one year after Maurice's death, Isabella remarried to Geoffery de Rancon, relative of a much older Geoffrey de Rancon. They had no children. Isabella was granted a payment by her half-brother King Henry in 1254. After thirteen years of marriage Geoffery died.
Isabella herself died on 14 January 1300 having most likely outlived all of her children. She had several grandchildren. Isabella also outlived all of her siblings (full and half).
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