Chapter 2.
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Catherine woke up late by the sun shining through the windows and the birds whistling freely. They hadn't any problems and didn't need to wake up for a whole court watching and waiting for you to go down. Prince Henry was very kind to her yesterday but maybe it was just to keep her from running back to Italy or not to scare her off on their first meeting. Catherine came back to earth when she heard a knock on her door.
'My Lady?' A sweet and gentle voice of one of her ladies asked.
'Come in.' Catherine said loud enough for her but quiet enough so nobody else would hear her.
Her lady Charlotte entered her chambers and placed a tray of food on her desk and bowed to the future Dauphine of France.
'Can I help you to get ready for the day?' She asked.
'No thank you, Charlotte. You may leave.' Catherine said as she walked over to the tray to get a few grapes. Catherine always liked to dress herself, she was used to it when she was captured in Florence. Back then there was nobody who would help her except for a few servants who cooked for the soldiers, the things that were left on the tray would be for her. She walked over to her new wardrobe and opened it. Her mouth felt open and a hand went to her face. All her old dresses were removed and there was all brand-new stuff in it. New skirts, new corsets, new jewels and even a crown. Never had she ever allowed herself to dream of all these things and she couldn't believe her eyes. When she looked more closely she found a note between her new jewels. What a place to lay jewels in a wardrobe. She thought to herself. She picked it up and started to read.
My dear Catherina from Italy,
I hoped you liked our meeting yesterday and hoped that maybe this will show you how much I like you. In the future, we will have a happy life, full of love. We will have the most beautiful children, the most magnificent chambers and our love for each other will grow. I am sure of that when I first saw your hazel eyes and coper curls. We will rule France as a couple in name and in reality.
Your future husband,
Henry.
She smiled at his letter. Maybe it won't be so bad at all. She took a red dress with a radiant fabric and some gold and lace. Her hair was partially down and she added a new neckless and earrings from Henry. When she walked out of her chambers, she directly spotted a tall figure and knew already it was her future husband.
'My prince.' She bowed to him.
'Please, I told you you can just call me Henry and there is no need to bow. You are my equal.' Her cheeks turned rosy by his words.
'Of course, Henry. Why are you here if I may ask you? I was on my way to the throne room.'
'I wanted to see you in one of the new dresses and jewels I made for you. You look absolutely wonderful and I would like to ask if you want to come with me to the throne room.' He asked her and she simply nodded when she took his arm. When they arrived at the throne room, they both took a deep breath before walking down the aisle. The crowd went apart for the couple. A few nobles started to whisper about Catherine. Henry wrapped an arm around her waist and she froze for a second. Henry slowed his pace when he came to the Archduke of Boinelle. The Archduke was laughing rather loud and Henry was not satisfied with that.
'Have you seen that Italian girl? Did you see how small she is and her idiotic freckles all over her face and her ugly curls?' He laughed
Henry stopped and started to talk.
'Haha, yes and did you see your wife? How fat she is? I think she can give the court meet for a whole week or even two!' Henry shouted to the man.
The Archduke bowed to his prince and started to stumble. 'My.. my Pr..Prince...wha..what a..an honou.. honour.'
Henry was pissed and wasn't happy with his words.
'I except for you and the rest of court to treat my future wife, dauphine and Queen with respect! She is my equal and will rule beside me. If you have problems with her, you have problems with me! I demand you to bow to her and treat her with respect!' He shouted to the rat before him.
The Archduke was stunned in perplex and bowed graceful and deep for Catherine. Catherine couldn't speak a word and focused her on Henry and gave a gently pinch in his arm.
'It is alright Henry, I'm sure the Archduke of Boinelle was mistaken.' She spoke calmly. Henry's temper got the best of him and gave deadly glares to the Archduke.
'THE NEXT TIME, ANYONE SPEAKS ABOUT CATHERINE DE MEDICI IN THIS WAY, I WILL EXCILE THEM OR HAVE HIS HEAD AND IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT TITLE HE OR SHE HAS!'
Catherine tried to calm him down and went outside with him. King Francis wasn't pleased with his behavior too.
'Henry, there is no need to act so, I'm used to it.'
'But I'm not and nobody will treat my future wife like this.'
Together they stood in silence, not unpleasant as they watched the gardens.
What will the future bring? They both thought to themselves.
