Chapter 53
Here we are in the year 1559! We are over a decade in the story and again, I hope you are all enjoying it. This particular year will see some big events as well, so I hope you are all prepared. The storylines will definitely become more interesting and maybe even more complicated, but I hope that you all enjoy everything that you will read with the next few Chapters. If you have any questions, feel free to PM me and i will explain anything to you. Please Read and Review and enjoy Chapter Fifty-Three!
1 January 1559
(Somewhere in the Mediterranean)
The woman who held the French Princess in her lap sighed as the swells of the sea caused her young charge to cry once more. The little girl was obviously frightened, but there was something more in her young face, something that the woman couldn't pinpoint or cure. She had not spoken a word since they left France, and she should be able to speak. If the woman remembered correctly, the little girl was around three now.
Heavy boots on the steps of the ship gave away the fact that one of the kidnappers was coming downstairs. "Hush, my child," she whispered to the girl in French. "The man who stomps around will not be in a good mood if he hears you cry." Her changed did as she was told, but whimpered.
"What's wrong with the little brat now?" The man asked the nanny they had hired. "She cannot be sick when we arrive at the palace."
"The palace?" the woman questioned. "Are you taking her back to her family?"
The man laughed roughly at the statement. "No wench, we aren't. She's got a one-way ticket to Istanbul. We are selling her highness as a slave to the Sultan of the Ottoman Empire and he will pay us a fortune for this little beauty. By week's end we will be as rich as King Henri and his Medici bitch of a wife." He laughed louder and went back upstairs.
The nanny looked at the poor little girl in her arms. Istanbul! They were selling her to the barbarians who were trying to take over the world, and worse yet, they were Islamic! The little Princess would never know the one true God if they sold her to the Ottoman Turks and her little soul would be lost forever. She wondered if the child she held would ever really know her name, her real family, or anything about the fact that she was born a Princess of France. The nanny didn't even know which of the twins she had in her arms, or what to call her.
The little girl was frightened and began to whimper.
"Hush, you," the man said harshly. "This is your life now. You belong to us and soon to the Sultan. You are no longer a Princess."
Joan buried her face into the woman who held her. She wanted her mother. She wanted to be with her sister again. Despite her tender age, she remembered some of her life with her family. She did not understand what Princess meant, but she thought it must be a bad thing if this man wanted her not to be one.
"We will dock in Istanbul within the week. Have her ready and dress her in her finest," the man ordered.
The woman looked at her charge, hugged her tightly, and nodded. It was all she could do.
7 January 1559
Madrid, Castile, Spain
King Luis I of Spain Chambers
King Luis sighed as he was looking over papers that were very important. His grandfather had left him with a well-stocked treasury and much support. Although the Court was still in mourning, everyone was preparing for the coronation of their new King and Queen. Luis was excited to see his wife, Queen Elizabeth I of Navarre, since he hadn't seen her in almost a year.
Suddenly, he heard a knock at his door.
He looked up.
"Enter." he said.
The door opened and Lord Alex Dumane, the Duke of Lautrec, walked in.
Luis smiled at his childhood friend.
"Alex! You all have made it. How are you, my friend?" he asked.
Alex smiled.
"I'm well, Your Majesty. The travel wasn't terrible at all, despite a few snowfalls. My wife and son kept me busy back in Navarre." he said.
Luis smiled.
"That's wonderful. I do thank you for helping Elizabeth in my absence. You are a true friend." he said.
Suddenly, a woman's voice said:
"That he is. He's also a true ally. "
Luis' face lit up like the sun in the Eastern sky. He turned towards the door and saw his wife, Queen Elizabeth, standing with a smile on her face.
He ran towards her and hugged her and kissed her repeatedly.
"Damn protocol! I miss you so much, my love. I am so blessed to have you here! Thank God you're finally in my arms." he said
Elizabeth hugged him tightly.
"This year has been horrible without you, darling." he said.
Alex Dumane smiled at his friends.
"Your Majesties, I'm going to excuse myself, if you don't mind." he said.
He noticed that Luis and Elizabeth were engaging in a passionate kiss. He rolled his eyes and left the room, knowing they wouldn't care if he left.
Finally, Luis and Elizabeth broke their kiss. Elizabeth looked at her husband with sad eyes.
"I an so sorry about your Grandfather, Luis. How do you feel? " she asked.
Luis sighed.
"I do miss him. However, I saw how he suffered with his illness. I know that he is finally at peace and we can finally accomplish our goal of having Spain and Navarre as one." he said.
Elizabeth nodded.
"I know that your pain hurts, but I brought someone along, who will cheer you up." she said.
Luis looked at his wife, in confusion. He didn't want company. He wanted to bring her to his bed and have her cute his year long drought.
Elizabeth looked towards the door.
"Bring her in." she said.
One or Elizabeth's maids walked in and bowed first, but she was also standing by Infanta Isabel, Luis Elizabeth's eight year old daughter.
Luis smiled and opened his arms.
"Mi Princesa! " he cried out.
Isabel smiled and ran to him.
"Papa!" she cried out, as she hugged her father.
Elizabeth smiled.
"She's our eldest child. I thought that she should be here with us. I hope you are happy." she said.
Luis nodded.
"My girls are here. I have been lonely without you by my side. You are finally here. I can't wait until we have our other children. I love you, Elizabeth." he said.
Elizabeth kisses Luis.
"I love you eternally." she said.
10 January 1559
Istanbul, the Ottoman Empire
The little girl was frightened. It was obvious to every man in the market place who saw her. She was clinging to the woman who carried her, though the woman was too old to be her mother. Perhaps the woman was a relative, but the men who were guarding them did not seem pleased to be there. The girl was dressed in the finest clothing that many of them had seen in their lifetime. This caused many of the merchants wondered who she was, despite the fact that no one said anything.
The group headed towards the great Topkapi Palace, the seat of government for the reigning Sultan, Suleiman I. As the merchants watched their movements, it became clear that the woman and the child were their prisoners. Some of the men knew the type, as they had seen it before, and realized that the pair were to be sold to the palace. As the group moved towards their destination, the merchants returned to their daily routine, unable to help the woman or the little girl. Their fate would be left in the hands of the Sultan and his advisors. Fortunately for them, the reigning Sultan was a good and honorable man.
The group stopped at the entrance to the palace, where their leader spoke with the guards. A messenger was sent into the palace, and twenty minutes later, a man emerged from the entry way, heading toward the gates. It was one of the eunuchs
"I am Gazanfer Aga, chief eunuch of this palace. I was sent as you have women among you. What is your business here?" the man questioned.
The leader of the pirates spoke. "I have business with the Sultan. The little girl is of royal birth, and I wish to sell her to the Sultan for his harem. She will be a great beauty when she matures."
Gazanfer Aga looked at the girl, who could be no more than two or three years old and looked very scared. He was shocked that even a pirate would kidnap a royal princess, who was obviously European by birth. He could not imagine what the men would do to her if the Sultan did not accept. "How much are you asking for the girl?" He queried.
"One thousand gold pieces, considering her lineage," the man told him.
"Stay here," Gazanfer ordered. "I will take your request to the Sultan and return with an answer."
Gazanfer rushed back to the palace. The reigning Sultan, Suleiman I, would be in his private chambers during this time of day. After climbing the stairs, he knocked on the door to the Sultan's chambers.
"Enter." The command was given.
He opened the doors and bowed immediately, waiting to be recognized. "Yes?" Suleiman said. "What is it Gazanfer Aga?"
"Your Majesty," he said, standing up straight, "there is a pirate at the gates of the palace. He has two females with him, one older, and one a young girl, who he claims is a European Princess. He wishes to sell the girl for one thousand pieces of gold to you for your harem."
"I am not in the business of buying slaves," Suleiman said.
"Yes, Your Majesty," Gazanfer responded, lingering, hoping that the Sultan would ask him why he remained.
"What?"
"Your Majesty, the little girl is extremely frightened. She appears to be clinging to the older woman, who does not dress as if a relation to her. It is possible that this pirate has abused one or both of them from their demeanor," Gazanfer informed him.
Suleiman thought for a moment, pondering the situation. "Bring them to me in the state room. I will see the girl for myself and make a decision."
"Yes, Your Majesty," Gazanfer said, bowing before exiting the room.
Gazanfer returned to the gates. "His Majesty, Sultan Suleiman, will receive you in his state room immediately. You are to follow me, leaving your weapons with our guards. You can retrieve them on your way out." The pirate nodded and his men stood from their seats on the ground. "No, only you and the women are permitted. Your men must wait here."
The pirate started to object, but then stopped himself. He grabbed the rope that bound the older woman to the girl and followed the eunuch into the grounds of the palace. Once they had reached the state room, he was led inside with the woman and the girl. Suleiman sat on his throne with his advisors around him. Gazanfer told the man to bow to the Sultan, which he did.
"You are interested in selling these women?" Suleiman asked, looking at the two females with the pirate.
"Just the girl. The older woman is mine," the pirate said.
"Then I am not interested in your deal," Suleiman said with a tone of authority. "You may go."
The pirate looked baffled. Why would the Sultan want the older woman as well, he wondered? It was no matter. He was willing to part with her too if it meant getting his gold.
"I will let the older woman go for an additional hundred gold pieces," the pirate said.
Suleiman looked at his advisors, who had questions in their eyes, but he ignored that for the most part. "Where did the child come from?"
"Europe. From the palace of a King and Queen, Your Majesty. She is of royal birth, as you can tell from her clothing. No others would be able to afford the cloth her dress is made of, and I was there personally when my men overtook them," the pirate said.
"What country in Europe?" Suleiman asked.
"That I will not tell you. It pleases me to cause this family pain, as they have slain many of my own family in their actions for land and gold. I do not want her returned to them," the pirate said.
"I see," Suleiman said, trying to find another way to achieve information. "You said your men overcame them. Who else was there when the girl was taken?"
"Her siblings, I assume, as they were as well dressed as she, and a couple of nannies," the pirate said, not wanting to anger the Sultan.
"And your price is eleven-hundred pieces of gold?" Suleiman asked.
"It is," the pirate confirmed.
"I will pay you fifteen-hundred for the pair, IF you give me three clues as to her identity. If I deduce who she is in the future, that is up to me, and you will consider the matter closed either way. That is my offer," Suleiman said. His treasury was full and fifteen-hundred gold pieces was of no importance to him.
The pirate thought about the increased amount for three clues and the idea that she might be returned to her family one day. He would make the clues as obscure as possible. "Agreed, here are your clues; first, her family is Catholic by faith; second, she has multiple siblings of both genders; third, her mother should have never been a Queen."
Suleiman thought about the clues for a moment, then looked at his secretary, who nodded that he had recorded the man's words. "You have a deal." The Sultan nodded to his treasurer, who handed the pirate a sack of gold coins. The man bowed, taking the sack, and left the room with the females in custody of Gazanfer.
Suleiman walked over to the older woman and released her bonds himself. "I am Sultan Suleiman. You are safe from harm here." He smiled at the older woman to reassure her, in case she did not understand his words, which were Turkish. The woman hugged the little girl closer to her, not exactly understanding what the man was saying. She looked at Gazanfer.
"Take her to Hurrem, and the girl too, and tell the harem that they are under my protection until the identity of the girl can be discovered," Suleiman ordered, smiling at the older woman again. She murmured something to the girl, but he did not understand the language she spoke. He would have to try and find out what language they were speaking in order to establish more information and possibly find the little Princess's family.
Once the woman and girl had left the state room, he ordered his advisors to seek traders in the market place that spoke European languages. Hopefully, one could be found that could speak to the woman and discover where they had come from in Europe. He did not want to hold a foreign princess in his court any longer than he had to, but he would make sure they were safe as long as they were in his care. He dismissed his advisors and went to see his wife, Hurrem, to relay the story and the clues he was told. She may be able to help, as she was originally from Poland. Maybe she knew the language they were speaking. At any rate, he knew that Hurrem would be kind to the little girl once she knew the story behind their arrival, and she would be sympathetic to them, as she had come here herself in much the same way. After they were settled, he would set about looking for her family, who were probably grieving over the loss of their child, and no family deserved that, no matter what they had done.
15 January 1559
Madrid, Spain
Luis Habsburg had never felt more insignificant in his young life than he did on the day of his coronation as King of Spain. He was not new to royal life. He had been born the eldest son of the Prince of Asturias and Girona, and six months after his father's death, he had inherited the titles from his great-grandmother, Queen Juana of Castile and Aragon. He had served under his grandfather in the Spanish-French war, and as a result, he was crowned King Consort of Navarre at the side of his wife, Queen Elizabeth I of Navarre, so he was no stranger to ruling a nation, even if as the consort of the Queen. Today, however, was different. Today he was the one being crowned, and it wasn't as the ruler of a small nation, but of a vast Empire that was left to him by the death of his grandfather the previous September. The one consolation he had was that his wife, Elizabeth, would be at his side and for only the second time in Spanish history, both King and Queen Consort would be crowned together.
Luis had a long history of successful and beloved monarchs in his ancestry, and he knew it would be hard to live up to their legacies. His great-great grandparents, Ferdinand II and Isabella I, had been known throughout Europe as the Catholic Monarchs, successfully driving the Moors from Spain, and converting over half of the Spanish population of Jews to Catholicism. Isabella had been a patron of the arts, and had sponsored the explorer, Christopher Columbus, in his ventures, resulting in a vast amount of new land for Spain in the New World across the Atlantic Ocean. His great-grandmother, their daughter, Queen Juana I, left a legacy of kindness and hope with her successful negotiations with the French, which had ended the war, along with the capture of Navarre, which had belonged to her father by right, and it resulted in his wife, Elizabeth, being crowned Queen of Navarre in her own right. His grandfather had been declared Holy Roman Emperor for his devotion to God and his celibacy after the death of his grandmother, and his long-standing ability to be a fair negotiator when times were hard. Luis could only pray that God would lead his rule, as it had theirs, and that he would become a King they could be proud was part of their legacy.
Luis was heavy in thought when his wife approached him. Elizabeth stood back for a few minutes, watching her husband. She knew he was troubled by something but wasn't sure what it was. She touched his hand lightly, not to startle him too much. "What's on your mind?" she asked softly.
He smiled at her. "Nothing that should concern you, sweetheart," he replied. "I was just thinking about my family and what it is going to mean for our future, ruling Spain and Navarre. We have a large empire that will need our attention, and I can't help but be concerned about how we will manage it."
Elizabeth sat down next to him. "The same way that your grandfather did, and your great-grandmother; through trusted advisors and councilors. We will listen to them, discuss it, and decide what's right together, and with God's help, we will create a better world for our children when it is their time to take over our thrones."
There was a knock at the door. "Enter," Luis commanded. His uncle, Prince Juan, Duke of Franco, came into the room. "Juan, it is good to see you are here."
Juan nodded. "Majesty," he said, "it is time."
Luis looked at Elizabeth, let out a sigh of relief, and then stood, offering his wife his arm. She took it and also stood. They walked into the hallway that connected the room they were waiting into the church. Three of Elizabeth's ladies were waiting to carry her train. They picked it up, following behind her, and the entourage walked to the doorway of the cathedral, where the guests of the realm had gathered to witness history in the making.
The Archbishop of Toledo, Bartolome Carranza, was waiting for them with his cardinals. Luis looked at Elizabeth once more, then nodded, signaling that they were ready. The Archbishop opened the doors to the inner sanctuary and stepped into the church, walking towards the dais as the choir sang. He was followed by his cardinals. The Lords and Ladies of the realm stood as they passed. As Luis and Elizabeth stepped forward, only the music that echoed through the building could be heard. Many were in awe of the young couple who were being crowned this day, and many had never before seen the heir to the throne or his young wife, the Queen of Navarre.
They made their way to the center of the cathedral, where thrones had been placed so that the nobles could surround their new King and Queen, as was Spanish custom. The Archbishop began the ceremony with a prayer, then told Luis to kneel before him, which was done as instructed. The Archbishop anointed Luis with holy oil and said several prayers of blessing to keep his head, heart, and spirit pure and honorable for the betterment of the people of Spain. Then, Luis was told to rise, which he did, and to sit on the throne of his ancestors, the Kings and Queens who came before him.
The Archbishop stood on the dais with Luis, while Elizabeth watched from the floor of the cathedral. She smiled at her husband broadly. She was so proud of him. He had ruled Navarre by her side and was beloved by the people there. She had no doubt that Spain would grow to love him too.
Prince Juan, Duke of Franco, Luis' uncle and master of ceremonies for the coronation, stepped onto the dais with a pillow of red velvet and lined with gold fringe, containing the ring of state for Spain. The Archbishop picked up the ring, dipped it into the holy oil, and said, "Receive this ring as a pledge of unity between a King and his people," he paused and slipped it onto Luis' right index finger, "and remember that God has made you to be our anointed King, our leader on His earth, and keep our best interests always in your heart. Do you promise now so to do?"
Luis responded, "I solemnly promise to keep my people's welfare at the forefront of my mind, and their interests in my heart, as I lead them forward."
Prince Juan stepped back and retrieved the scepter of Spain, placing it on the pillow where the ring had been, and brought it to the Archbishop. The older man took it and presented it to Luis. Juan repeated the action with the Orb, and again, it was given to Luis. Finally, it was time for the Royal Crown of Spain. It was the most magnificent piece in the regalia collection, made from red velvet in the center and outlined with finely hammered gold layers, with the holy cross around the rim. At the top, five gold bars met with the Holy Cross on top holding them all together, symbolizing the unity of the Spanish kingdoms. In addition to being the most ornate piece in the collection, it was also the heaviest, in reality and emotionally.
The Archbishop took the crown and held it high in the air, then placed it on Luis' head. He prayed for God to guide Luis in all days to come, as well as praying for the Spanish people to be obedient subjects to their anointed King. The then turned to the crowed, holding up his hands.
"Ladies and Gentlemen of the realm," the Archbishop announced, "I present to you your anointed King, Luis, King of Spain, of Leon, of Granada, of Seville, of Cordoba, of Murcia, of Gibraltar. King of the Canary Islands, of the Indias. King of Valencia, of Athens, and of Neopatria. King Consort of Navarre. Imperial Vicar of Siena. Princely Count of Habsburg and Swabia. Duke of Lothier, of Limburg, of Guelders. Duke of Greece. Count of Flanders, of Artois, of Holland. Count of Barcelona, of Roussillon, and Cerdanya. Margrave of the Holy Roman Empire, of Oristano and Goceano. Lord of Molena, the Netherlands, Frisia, Salins, Mechelen, and of the cities and towns of Utrecht, Overyssel, and Groningen. Lord of Biscay. Dominator of Asia and Africa. Grand Master of the Order of the Golden Fleece, the Order of Calatrave, the Order of Alcantara, and the Order of Santiago. Defender of the Faith."
As it was a solemn occasion, no one applauded, but the lords and ladies of the realm bowed and curtsied to their King as custom demanded. Luis sat back on his throne with the regalia symbolizing that he was now officially the King of Spain and its territories. He looked at his beautiful Elizabeth. It was her turn.
The Archbishop asked her to kneel before him, which she did. He offered a prayer for God to guide her to continue to be a generous and just Queen, but he did not anoint her as he had Luis, for she was already anointed by God as a Queen when she took the crown of Navarre. It would have been considered unholy to do so twice, not to mention prideful, which was a sin.
Juan brought the ring of the Queen Consort of Spain to the Archbishop, who dipped it in holy oil and placed it on Elizabeth's left index finger, as she wore the signet of Navarre on her right as its Queen. The Archbishop said, "Receive this ring as a pledge of unity between a Queen Consort and her people and remember that God has made you to be our anointed Queen, the wife of his servant, King Luis, and keep our best interests always in your heart. Do you promise now so to do?"
Elizabeth responded, "I solemnly promise to keep my people's welfare at the forefront of my mind, and their interests in my heart, as I help our King lead them forward." He placed the crown of the queen consorts of Spain on her head, then bid her rise, which she did.
"Ladies and Gentlemen of the realm," the Archbishop announced, "I present to you your anointed Queen, Elizabeth, Queen of Navarre. Queen Consort of Spain, of Leon, of Granada, of Seville, of Cordoba, of Murcia, of Gibraltar. Queen Consort of the Canary Islands, of the Indias. Queen Consort of Valencia, of Athens, and of Neopatria. Duchess of Lothier, of Limburg, of Guelders. Duchess of Greece. Countess of Flanders, of Artois, of Holland. Countess of Barcelona, of Roussillon, and Cerdanya. Lady of Molena, the Netherlands, Frisia, Salins, Mechelen, and of the cities and towns of Utrecht, Overyssel, and Groningen. Lady of Biscay. Defender of the Faith."
Again, there was no applause, and Elizabeth was seated next to her husband on the throne of the Queen of Spain. The Archbishop and cardinals in attendance, knelt before the newly anointed couple and knelt, swearing their fealty to them as King and Queen of Spain. They were followed by the senior nobles of the realm, including Prince Juan, Duke of Franco, then by the junior nobles, and finally the Lords of the realm and the palace guards.
Once all had pledged their loyalty to the new Spanish monarchs, Luis and Elizabeth stood. Luis nodded and Prince Juan held up his hands, signaling for the guests to be silent.
"Elizabeth and I would like to thank each of you for your unwavering support during the time of my grandfather's passing, and now, during our coronation as your King and Queen," Luis said. "Although we are young, we know that with God's help, and yours, we will see a prosperous Spain, where love and generosity are key factors among our people. As my first official act as King of Spain and its territories, I would like, today, with each of you as witnesses, pledge the support of this nation to our former enemy, the Kingdom of France, in any efforts resulting in the return of the Princess Joan, who many of you know was taken from her home by men that we believe to be Ottoman rebels. Spain will not allow the kidnapping of a royal child, no matter which nation the child was born to, to go unpunished. This is a horrendous crime, not only against the French, but against all royalty everywhere in Europe. I know many of you still despise the French after the long war we fought with them, but this innocent little girl does not deserve to suffer and did not deserve to be taken from her family. As your King, I ask of you now to make this solemn promise with me, that Princess Joan of France's kidnapping will be avenged, with the full might of Spain assisting in whatever way possible."
The crowd was silent still. Their King had asked them to aid the French, their lifelong enemy, and no one knew exactly how to react. Many continued to harbor harsh feelings due to losing loved ones in the war, but they also knew that their King was right; if it was their children missing, they would want whatever help they could get in finding them. After a few moments, it was Prince Juan who broke the silence. He knelt before the King and declared, "I pledge that the Duchy of Franco will do whatever if can to aid in the safe return of Princess Joan of France, your Majesty."
Lord Deigo de Mendoza stepped forward from the ranks of nobles and also knelt before Luis. "The Duchy of the Infantado will join Lord Franco in this oath, your Grace."
One by one, other nobles knelt before their King and Queen, vowing the same.
"Thank you, my friends, my subjects, for supporting us in this endeavor," Luis said gratefully. "I will write to King Henri of France and pledge our support on your behalf."
Luis looked at his wife. Elizabeth was beaming with pride at the vows their nobles had made to help with the recovery effort for a child who was their enemy. It pleased them both to know that what was right would be done in Spain, if at all possible, even if it was not the easiest path.
25 January 1559
Monastery of San Lorenzo, Madrid, Spain
Christian II, Former King of Denmark and Norway's Chamber
Former King Christian was lying in his bed, with a high fever raging his body. He was seventy-seven years old and he knew that his life was finally at an end. He wasn't sad about it. He was happy that he would finally be at peace.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
King Christian looked over at it.
"Enter." he said.
The door opened and Lord John, Duke of Vendome and Christina, Duchess of Cleves walked in. Christina instantly went to her ailing father and held his hand.
"Oh, Father. Don't leave us yet. You must fight. Don't make us orphans." she said.
Christian caressed his youngest child's face.
"Sweet Christina, I have not been a good father to you or your brother and sister. After your mother died and Denmark and Norway refused to recognize me as the lawful sovereign after the usurper overthrew me, I retreated into this monastery and let you all be raised by others. You all have your late grandmother, Queen Juana, for your destinies. John, you married one of the wealthiest Princesses in all of Christendom and Christina you married a man who loves you. Dorothea will be the mother of a King. Your destinies have improved and you all have wonderful lives and I am not responsible for that " he said, as a year fell down his worn face.
Christina shook her head.
"You are still our Father and we love you." she said, as she looked back at her brother, who simply nodded.
Christian took several breaths and continued to talk.
"My Will and testament is very simple. I do not want a lavish or expensive funeral. I would love all of my debts to be settled. I cannot face my Maker with ties still on this Earth. I want to be buried in a Franciscan monk's habit, not in the attire of a King. I am to meet the King of Kings and I want to be as humble as possible. Whatever is left, I want to be divided amongst you three children, but I only ask that you all make donations and some to this lovely place, which has been good to me for these thirty-two years. Please promise to give me this last request as my children." he said.
Christina nodded her head. John decided to step forward.
"Your wishes will be followed, Father. You can rest in peace."
With those words, Christian Oldenburg, Former King of Denmark and Norway, closed his eyes and released his spirit from his suffering existence.
30 January 1559
Hampton Court, England
Queen Lillian of England's Bedchamber
Queen Lillian smiled in happiness, as her eldest surviving stepson, Edward, Prince of Wales, held her daughter, the Princess Mary. The two-month old infant baby girl had definitely brightened the Family. Prince Edward had been made Mary's godfather at her baptism three days after her birth and he was fond of his youngest sister.
Edward smiled.
"She's a beautiful child, my Lady Stepmother. A true testament to my Father and yourself." he said, as he kissed Mary's forehead.
Lillian smiled.
"Thank you, Edward. However, she is more of a testament to your Father. She has his character." she said.
Edward nodded.
"She has your beauty and sweetness." he said.
Lillian smiled. She was happy that her stepchildren were as accepting as they had been. She had married the King only thirteen months after their mother died and she was worried that they would not accept her. However, she was accepted by them and now that she had provided them with a sibling, she truly felt apart of the family.
The door opened and King Harry walked in. Edward bowed to his Father and Lillian walked up to her husband and kissed him.
"I am happy to see you, darling. I wasn't expecting to see you today. What brings this surprise?" she asked.
Harry sighed.
"I am afraid it is not to bring good tidings, Lily. I have received horrifying news from France." he said.
Edward placed Mary in her cradle and looked at his father, in fear.
"Bad news from France? Is it Princess Elisabeth?" he asked.
Harry shook his head.
"No, my son. A terrible event has occurred. The two youngest daughters of King Henri, Princesses Victoria and Joan, were kidnapped by invaders who murdered their governesses in cold blood. By the Grace of God, Princess Victoria was returned during the Christmas tidings. However, Princess Joan is still missing." he said.
Lilian put her hand to her mouth, in shock and Edward crossed himself.
"Who would steal an innocent child, let alone a Royal Princess?" Edward asked, looking horrified.
Harry looked at his wife.
"I'm sorry, Lily. Many believe it is the Spanish behind this. Especially, since your late Father had Henri and his late brother in his care after the battle of Pavia thirty-four years ago." he said.
Lillian glared at her husband.
"How dare they! My Grandmother promised peace four years ago, as she was dying. Spain has just lost my Father and gained a new King! My nephew would never do such a thing!" she said, in anger.
Harry put his hand up to calm his wife.
"I know. My sister is their Queen and she would never allow such an atrocity. However, it doesn't matter who has done this. The important thing is that it shouldn't have happened in the first place. That child is less than three years old." he said.
Edward looked at his father.
"What should we do, Father?" he asked.
Harry looked at his son.
"Write a letter to your betrothed, offering our condolences at the disappearance of Princess Joan. I want France to know that we will help retrieve the lost Princess. I will write to your sister in Sweden and see if she can convince her father-in-law, King Gustav, to send help to them as well." he said.
Lillian looked at her husband.
"Would he even care? France is Catholic, why would he want to help in anyway?" she asked
Harry faced her.
"It isn't a matter of Faith. If a Princess of France isn't safe, that means any of our children could be at risk. I have Owen, Eleanor and Margaret under heavy guard in the country." he said.
Lillian looked towards the cradle holding her only child, in fear.
"What about our Mary?" she asked.
Harry walked over to the cradle and caressed his daughter's cheek.
"We were going to set her household up in Hatfield. My sister, Elizabeth, was happy there as a child. For now, we will keep her here at Court until this situation has calmed down. France isn't that far, we do not know if those devils have come here and will attempt to steal any of my children. I won't allow it. Edward, do as I told you." he said.
Edward bowed and left the room. Harry walked up to Lillian and hugged her tightly. He was just as worried he prayed that the evil that touched the Royal Family in France would be not hit his family.
1 February 1559
Kalmar Castle, Kalmar, Sweden
Crown Princess Matilda of Sweden's Bedchamber
Princess Matilda sighed, as she tried to focus on her embroidery and was also dealing with the fact that she was currently dealing with her fourth pregnancy and was due to give birth any day now. She had conceived this child a few months after the premature death of her older brother, William, Prince of Wales. However, life wasn't the best. While she was in mourning, her husband, Prince Eric, had taken an official mistress and she was currently with child as well.
One of her maids, walked in and bowed
"Your Highness, The Crown Prince is outside of the door asking to see you." she said.
Matilda sighed.
"My husband knows that I am in confinement at the moment and that he isn't allowed to see me until after I have been churched. Whatever he wants to say to me can wait." she said.
Suddenly, Eric shouted outside the door:
"Matilda, come to the door. I must speak to you."
Matilda sighed, put her embroidery down, and stood her, resting her hand on her swollen belly and walked toward the door.
"What is it, Eric?" she asked.
She heard him take a deep breath.
"I wanted to be the first to tell you. Lady Agda Persdotter has given birth to a daughter. We have named her Virginia. She is a beautiful child. Since you are my wife, I was wondering that when our daughter turns three years old, would you mind her being your ward and she can grow up with her siblings?" he asked.
Matilda glared at her door.
"I am not raising your bastard child with my children. You have nerve to ask me such a thing. She is an innocent child and I pray that she thrives in her life with God's protection around her. However, she will not be in my household. She is your daughter not mine." she said.
Eric hit the door.
"You are known to be charitable and loving to the people. You would refuse a child?" he asked.
Matilda sighed.
"Congratulations on the birth of your daughter. I want to finish carrying our child in peace. Please leave my door. Goodnight." she said, as she walked away from the door.
After a few moments, Matilda could here her husband walking away from her Chambers. She took a deep breath of relief and returned to her embroidery. She felt her unborn child kick in her room and she was sure that the baby could feel her hurt and anger. Eric had been unfaithful before, but now a child was produced from it. She could not deny that this hurt her, but there was nothing she could do.
7 February 1559
Madrid, Spain
Infanta Catarina of Portugal, Duchess of Franco's Chambers
Catarina was reading one of her favorite books. The past several weeks had been very hectic, with the coronation and the celebrations, but Catarina did love it. She hadn't had much time to speak with her husband or even to have time for herself.
The door opened and Juan walked in. He smiled at his twenty-two year old wife.
"Our children are doing well. Sebastian loves to outrun his governess and Maria is starting to say more words now." he said.
Catarina smiled
"They are sweet and intelligent children. Are they safe? After what happened to Princess Joan in France...
Juan stopped her
"Don't worry. They are safe. The Queen has ordered all children of the Royal Family and all the Nobles to be protected at all times. They are not to be left alone." he said.
Catarina sighed in relief.
"I must thank my aunt, the Queen. What she is doing is very generous." she said.
Juan nodded and then turned to leave. Catarina looked up from her book.
"Juan?" she called.
Juan turned around. Catarina put her book down and stood up. She walked closer to Juan.
"I have been meaning to talk you. The last several weeks have not made it easy. You lost your father and I didn't want to trouble you further." she said.
Juan walked forward and placed his hand on her cheek.
"No word that passes from your lips would ever trouble me." he said.
Catarina sighed.
"I married you just five years ago. We had affectionate ways. We've had two beautiful children and comfort in status. However, I know you are unhappy. I would like to know what I can do." she said.
Juan smiled.
"It has been five years. I remember our wedding. You were so beautiful. We were deeply in love after that. I thanked the Lord everyday for your love. After the war and...my stumble with that wench, I lost your love and your respect. I was just your husband. It was year before I was even allowed into your bed and that was only out of duty. I did as much as I could, even residing with your family in Portugal and we had our little Maria there. What I want is how we used to be. It's been years, Catarina. Have I not been a good husband since then? Have I not been forgiven?" he asked.
Catarina listened to his words, something she had not done before. She slowly took her hand in his.
"Of course I forgive you. I never stopped loving you. I thought you didn't love me, because of that woman." she said, as tears rolled down her face.
Juan gently held her face.
"No one will ever take your place in my heart, darling. I love you so much." he said.
With that, the two shared their first passionate kiss in years.
12 February 1559
Kalmar Castle, Kalmar, Sweden
Princess Matilda of Sweden's Bedchamber
Matilda was sweaty and exhausted, but she was so happy. Her fourth pregnancy had ended well with the birth of a healthy child. She was happy to have another child, since her third child, Princess Katarina, was almost four years old.
The midwife walked over to Matilda and handed her the newborn.
"She is a healthy and strong baby girl. She is a credit to you and the Crown Prince. She's very beautiful." she said
Matilda smiled and took her newborn daughter in her arms and kissed her forehead. Her new daughter had very light brown hair and beautiful blue eyes.
"You are so beautiful, my darling." she said.
The door opened and one of her ladies, Lady Karin, walked in.
"Your Highness, I have delivered your message to the Prince." she said.
Matilda nodded.
"What did he say about the birth of our daughter?" she asked.
Lady Karin sighed.
"He is disappointed that you did not provide him a second son and he says that you should do better next time. He also says you can pick the name, because he doesn't care to." she said.
Matilda openly glared and looked down at her beautiful daughter. She was infuriated that Eric was so dismissive over the birth of their legitimate daughter.
Matilda sighed.
"You can tell The Prince that our newborn daughter will be named Princess Anna, after my beloved late mother. A woman who had so much more to offer in life than he ever will." she said defiantly.
Lady Karin bowed and left the room.
Matilda smiled at her daughter.
"Don't worry, Anna. Your mother adores you and your brother and sisters. I always have and I always will, my sweet girl." she said, as she placed another kiss on her forehead.
14 February 1559
Somewhere in the French Countryside
She knew that they had stepped away from the carriage that had brought them to their destination, but other than that and the smell of newly fallen snow, Mary, Queen of Scots, had no idea where she was. The only assurance she had of her safety was the feeling of her fiancée's hand in hers and his pull guiding her to whatever he had planned. She felt Francis stop and a movement, then heard a door creak as he led her inside a building. She could immediately feel the warmth of a fire, and could smell something that smelt like fresh hay from the stables. Francis closed the door and then untied her blindfold.
Mary looked around her for the first time. There was indeed hay on the floor, as well as a blanket that had been set out earlier with pillows and a picnic basket. There was a roaring fire in the fireplace, and a platter of small cakes on a nearby table, along with a bottle of wine and two goblets. "Francis?" Mary questioned.
"Shh," he answered, placing a single finger to her lips and leading her to the blanket on the floor, where he helped her sit down. He then gathered the platter, wine and goblets from the table and joined her. "I thought we should have an afternoon together, just the two of us, with the wedding coming up in the next few weeks."
Mary gave him her warmest smile. Since she had arrived in France last summer, Francis had gone out of his way to make her feel at home and comfortable in her new surroundings, even taking the time to tutor her himself in French customs, as well as making her more at ease with the language. He was every bit the gentleman that court gossip had said he was, and she was thankful for that, especially since they had declared their love for each other, making their forthcoming marriage one of more than just political alliances.
"The preparations for the wedding are going well," she informed him. "Your mother has left nothing to chance and has plans for her plans in case the originals fall apart."
"Yes, well, that's Mother for you," he replied, chuckling when thinking of the details that went into her events. He had to hand it to her though, the Queen of France was nothing, if not prepared for whatever might happen. Catherine de Medici did not like surprises. "I am sorry that she has insisted on a large wedding. That was not what I had hoped for."
"It's not a problem, Francis, truly. Large or small, the wedding will happen in April and . . . " Mary paused, unsure of whether or not she should say what's on her mind.
"And?" he questioned her lightly.
Mary took a deep breath, "and I will be your wife." She blushed as she said those words for the first time, making the near future seem closer than ever before.
Francis smiled at her warmly. He took her hands in his and kissed them softly. "Yes," he replied, "you will be. In truth, I cannot wait for the wedding so I can call you mine and the whole world will know how fortunate I am."
Mary shyly glanced at her knees, which were tucked under her at the moment.
"Mary?" Francis asked, putting his finger under her chin and lifting her head gently so she was looking at him. "What is it my love?"
Mary smiled, "It's nothing. I was just thinking how blessed we are that we found love in our relationship and that it's more than what my grandmother ever told me about. She and my grandfather were happy, and she did love him, but she said that love wasn't about emotion." Mary paused and looked deeply into his eyes. "She was ever so wrong. The way I feel when I look at you is beyond words. I cannot stop the world from spinning around me whenever I am with you."
Francis kissed her hands again and smiled. "I know. I feel the same way around you. When we are together it's like there is no one else in the world but us, and when I kiss you, it's like the entire world vanishes and we are all that exists." He stood up and walked to the chair where he had draped their cloaks. When he returned, he took her hand and helped her to her feet, then placed her cloak around her shoulders. "Come, let's walk in the snow."
The pair went out into the cold and behind the house. Their guards followed at a safe, but unusual distance from them, and Francis led her behind the house where they had just been. She saw a beautiful garden with shrubbery and some type of tree she had never seen before. The branches were large and it covered the ground for a good distance around it. Francis led her under the branches so they were protected from the falling snow but could still see the flakes as they came down around them. The guards paused as the couple entered the canopy and turned their backs to the tree.
Francis slowly turned towards Mary and looked into her eyes as he leaned in to kiss her softly on her lips. Her heart fluttered from his actions and she felt as though she were floating on air. As they parted, she kept her eyes closed for a moment to remember that feeling, and hoped she would always remember it as they got older. Finally, opening her eyes, she saw Francis on one knee in front of her with a ring held out in his hand.
"I have never loved anyone the way I love you Mary, Queen of Scots. You fill my world with more beauty than I have ever seen before in my life, and you make every day worth the struggles that come with them," Francis said. "I know it's ridiculous since we are already engaged, but I wanted to make sure that this day was as perfect as the past months have been for us. I do not ask you this out of duty or obligation, but as nothing more than the man who is totally and completely in love with you. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife, and let me love you, and only you, for the rest of my life?"
Mary was stunned. She had heard stories of proposals like this from her ladies when they were talking about their siblings or friends, but her grandmother had never prepared her for the emotions that were filling her heart over hearing his words. She closed her eyes again for a moment and saw images of children around her; little boys that looked like her with his eyes and little girls that looked like him with her nose. She couldn't help but smile at the thought.
"Mary?" Francis said softly, with that gentle tone he used when he was uncertain about a situation, interrupting her thoughts.
She opened her eyes and felt the tears on her cheeks, then realized that that must be what the concern in his voice was about. She gave him her warmest smile, lost for words, and just nodded. He smiled himself, all of the doubts gone and slipped the sapphire ring on her finger as a sign of the promise she had just made him; in six weeks she would be his wife and not just because a treaty said so, but because it was something they both wanted with all of their hearts.
18 February 1558
France
Queen Catherine de Medici of France was in her chambers, as she had been since her daughters, Victoria and Joan were taken from her. Victoria, by the grace of God, had been returned to her at Christmas, but little Joan was still out there, alone, and the queen was afraid of what would happen to her youngest daughter. It was rare for the Queen of France to appear out of her rooms these days, other than to see her other children, including Joan's twin, Victoria. However, she was Queen of France, and royal tradition demanded that she not spend too much time with them, even if she broke that tradition more often than the King, Henri II, and his mistress, Diane de Poitiers, would like.
She sat at her desk, reading some papers, when a knock came at her door.
"Enter," she commanded, looking at the door as if it would explode.
Her page came into the room with a folded bit of parchment in his hands. He bowed. "A message for your, your Majesty, from the Duke of Sicily."
Catherine took the letter and thanked him. Once she was alone, she went to the seat below her window and sat, opening the letter.
'To her Majesty, Catherine, Queen of France,
We received the news of your beloved daughter, Joan, only yesterday. Why this news took so long to reach Italy, I do not know, but be assured that you are not alone in your feelings concerning the matter.
My armies and I are at your disposal, dearest cousin. We will do whatever we can to assist you in your search and successful retrieval of your daughter. Along with this letter, I have sent five of my fastest couriers to be used at your will.
Our continued prayers are will you at this trying time.
Your loving cousin,
Lorenzo, Duke of Sicily'
Catherine was in tears from reading the letter her cousin had sent. When her parents had died and she was a wealthy orphan, Lorenzo was a young man, and on his way to England to study the English language. She was two when married Princess Christina. However, he would often send her small gifts from England as a token of his friendship towards her. She remembered the doll he sent her on her seventh birthday with the letter that said it looked like his wife. Of all of her Medici cousins, Lorenzo had always been her favorite.
She took the letter and refolded it, then went to the door of her bedroom. She handed the letter to one of her guards, ordering him to take it to her husband, the King, so Henri would know that her family had not forsaken her or their daughter.
21 February 1559
Madrid, Spain
Queen Elizabeth of Spain's Bedchamber
Elizabeth sat going over important papers for Navarre. Due to the fact that she was now Queen of Spain, she and Luis had to stay in Spain for awhile. She did enjoy being back and had gained a new friend in Princess Giovanna, Duchess of the Infantado.
Suddenly, her doors flew open:
"DAMN BASTARDS!" King Luis screamed.
Elizabeth looked up, in surprise.
"Well, hello to you as well, sweetheart." she said.
Luis sighed.
"Im sorry, darling. I am just very upset at the nerve of these Ambassadors. Our Maria isn't even six months old yet and they are trying to arrange a marriage! What the hell are with these Kings who betroth their children when they are barely out of the womb!" he said.
Elizabeth stood up and walked to her husband.
"It is not strange, unfortunately, for a Royal child to be betrothed to their future spouse before they can even walk. However, that is something we will have to entertain for our children and for Spain." she said, as she began to pace.
Luis looked at his wife.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
Elizabeth looked at him.
"Where are our children? It's nearly dark. They should have been here already. I'm worried sick. Especially after what happened in France. What if someone has taken our angels?" she asked, frantically.
Before Luis could say anything, there was a knock at the door. Both of them looked and saw Alex Dumane.
Luis sighed.
"Not the best time, my dear friend." he said.
Alex smiled.
"They have arrived, Your Majesties." he said.
He stepped aside and the childrens' governess, Lady Inez, walked in with Eduardo, Prince of Asturias and Infanta Juana. Two other ladies were behind her , carrying the twins, Carlos and Maria.
Elizabeth crossed herself and picked her eldest son up and kissed him, while Luis picked up little Juana and kissed her cheek repeatedly.
Lady Inez bowed to Luis and Elizabeth.
"I apologize, Your Majesties. We were caught in a small storm and I didn't think it was safe to continue, untill it subsided." she said.
Elizabeth nodded her head.
"Very well understood. Thank you, Lady Inez." she said.
Luis put Juana down and walked towards the twins. He had never met his two youngest children, since he was in Madrid when they were born.
He took Maria in his arms first. She was a beautiful baby girl with light brown hair and light brown eyes, just like his.
He kissed her and looked at Elizabeth.
"She's so beautiful." he said.
Elizabeth nodded her head.
Luis handed Maria back and took Carlos in his arms. The baby boy had auburn hair and his father's light brown eyes as well.
Luis smiled.
"I am still in disbelief that we have twins." he said.
Elizabeth chuckled.
"I should have guessed it. I was big as the whale that swallowed Jonah." she said, with a smile.
Luis laughed out loud. He loved his wife's sense of humour.
Four year old Eduardo pulled on his mother's gown.
Elizabeth knelt down.
"Yes, my dear boy?" she asked.
Eduardo looked at the babies.
"They wouldn't stop crying, Mama. It made me mad." he said.
Elizabeth and Luis started to laugh. They were happy to have their large brood of children with them.
28 February 1558
France
The royal nursery was full of playful children. It was just how the Queen of France liked it. She couldn't always spend time with the younger princes and princesses because of her duties to France and making sure her older children were receiving the education they needed, but when she could, she would stay for hours, watching them play and telling them stories of her life in Italy when she was young. It also allowed her to take her mind off her youngest daughter, Princess Joan, who was still missing, at least for a small amount of time. She had been with her children for nearly two hours when a guard appeared in the nursery door.
Catherine was worried when she saw the guard. 'What else could have happened?' she wondered.
The man bowed. "Your Majesty," he said, addressing his queen, "you've received a letter from Italy." He held out his hand with the message in it. She took it from him, thanked him, then dismissed him. It was from Cosimo, the Grand Duke of Tuscany, and the head of the Medici family.
'To her Majesty, Queen Catherine of France
Dearest Catherine,
Lorenzo informed the family of what happened to your precious daughter. Rosaria and I send you our deepest sympathies. Know that we have prayed for you and your little Joan since we were told of her disappearance, and you have all remained close to our hearts.
I want you to know that you have the full support of the family. If there is anything you and Henri need to secure Joan's safe return to you, be it money or military support, please let us know. We will do everything we can to bring her home for you.
With loving regards,
Cosimo, GDT'
Catherine was touched. Her family was not turning their backs on her daughter, though it was never in the best interest of the family to deal with situations like these by giving in to the perpetrator's demands. Apparently, because Joan was a child, they were willing to bend that long standing rule. She folded the letter back up and left the nursery, after making sure the children's guards were outside. She would take this letter to Henri herself. It was important to her that he knew her family was willing to help.
5 March 1559
France
"Father," Francis said, stepping into the King's study, "I need to speak with you."
"Francis," King Henri II of France acknowledged his son, motioning for him to enter.
Francis stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He was glad his father was alone. Usually, the King's mistress, Diane de Poitiers, was with him and it was not often that the two were seen apart, but this was one of those rare occasions, and Francis was glad of it. Everyone knew that Diane did not like hearing about situations involving the Queen, Henri's wife and the mother of his heirs, but Francis needed to discuss her with the King. He did not want to hear Diane's objections.
"What is it?" Henri asked, putting down the papers he had been reading and his quill.
"Father, I don't know if you are aware of this or not, but Mother is not herself of late," Francis told him.
"Yes," Henri replied, "I am aware, but it's understandable. You know how devoted your mother is to you children. She is obviously distressed over your sister, Joan."
"It's more than that Father," Francis said. "Mother rarely comes out of her rooms anymore, except to visit the nursery and to help with some preparation for my wedding. She's also not been eating much. Her ladies are worried, and frankly, so am I."
Henri looked at his son. This wasn't a panicked boy he was addressing, but a man who was honestly concerned about his mother. "I'll see to it." Henri assured him. "I'll pay her a visit."
"Thank you, Father," Francis said and left the room.
Henri stood up and went out of the double doors that led into the family's private living quarters. When he reached Catherine's bedchamber, he paused for a moment, gathering his own strength, and knocked. He heard her call permission to enter, so he opened the door and went inside. He found his Queen sitting on the window seat of her room, looking out over the gardens, like she had the day the twins disappeared. Although Victoria had been returned to them at Christmas, Joan was still missing, and the worry was apparent on the Queen's face.
"Catherine," he said softly, sitting down beside her.
She turned to face him. "Oh. . . Henri," she replied, wiping a tear from her face. "Did you need something? I was rather lost in my own thoughts."
Francis had been right to come to him with this. Her face was red from crying, though she tried to hide it. She had lost weight too, and her custom-made dress, which usually fit her just right, was loose around her waist. He reached out and touched her cheek. She leaned into his hand like she used to when they were first married. He knew they didn't share that bond anymore, that he didn't love her like he should, but he never wanted to see her in pain or distressed. After all, she had done her duty to his country and provided four living heirs to the throne, as well as five daughters for alliances. He may not love her like he should, but he did respect her and care about her well-being. The woman who sat before him was not his strong-willed Queen.
"Catherine," he said, taking her hand in his. She looked at it, then looked back to him. She had no idea what was going on. "Catherine, Francis came to me, concerned about you, and he was right to do so. I know Joan's disappearance is a tragedy, felt by you more than most, but you are not alone in this," he admitted. "I miss our little girl too."
Catherine did not know what to say. Normally, she and Henri did nothing but argue when they were together, unless it was a public function or event. When he came to her like this in private, it was always with the idea of more heirs in mind, but they both knew that couldn't happen anymore. The doctor had warned them if she had to carry another baby, it would likely kill her. Perhaps that's why he was like this now, she wondered. Maybe he wanted rid of her to marry his mistress, Diane, and this was the kindest way he could think of doing the deed.
"Henri, I don't know why you came here," Catherine said, standing and walking towards her desk. "Joan is wherever she is and yes, I am depressed. I don't eat, I don't sleep. All I can do is wonder if she's cold, or hungry, or scared. Then I wonder if I had made it to the gardens faster that day, would she still be here? Could I have stopped it? But you don't have to suffer through it with me. I know you'd rather be with Diane." She turned away from him.
"I won't deny that I love Diane, Catherine," he said. "It would be foolish of me to deny it, but that doesn't mean that I don't love you too. Maybe not the way a man should love his wife, but you are a part of me in ways that Diane could never be. You have my respect. You've EARNED my respect over the years through your strength and through your actions. You've proven yourself a loyal Queen to my people, and I won't deny that to anyone. You also have my concern because France needs you, our children need you, and when Joan returns to us, she will need her mother. You have to start taking care of yourself again, if not for my sake, for theirs."
Catherine faced Henri once more. He was right. She knew he was right. She just didn't know how to go on like nothing happened. In a rare moment of emotion, she burst out into tears. It was more than Henri could take. He got up and walked over to her, embracing her in a hug, letting her feel his arms around her and his strength.
When she was done crying, he pulled back a little, not letting her go, but looking at her face. He leaned down and kissed her for the first time since the twins had been born nearly three years ago. She fell against his chest, and he picked her up and carried her to the bed. He began to undress her, all the while, his lips were joined with hers, and the King and Queen of France made love for the rest of the afternoon, not for the purpose of making an heir, but for the loss of one, to comfort one another in their mutual grief.
He left her long after the sun went down, hoping, no praying, that she wouldn't conceive and that his Queen would not be put in danger of losing her life, but instead would know that she was wanted and needed by him, their children, and all of France.
10 March 1559
Kalmar Castle, Kalmar, Sweden
Princess Matilda of Sweden's Bedchamber
Matilda was doing her embroidery and smiling at her sleeping newborn, Princess Anna. The child was not difficult at all and was thriving. Matilda was also hoping to hear from her father-in-law very soon about helping France find their missing Princess.
She hoped that she was not crossing a boundary that she shouldn't be crossing, especially since the King was hoping for another grandson.
She turned when she heard a knock on her door. She stood up and walked over to the door.
"Who is there?" she asked.
She was in shock at what she heard:
"Darling daughter, it's King Gustav. I have come to see how you are doing.". King Gustav said.
Matilda smiled.
"I beg Your Majesty's pardon. I am still in confinement for two more weeks. I heard rumors that you were ill. Are you well?" she asked.
King Gustav cleared his throat from behind the door.
"Yes, my daughter. I'm an old man. It was exhaustion that troubled me, not illness. You have nothing to worry about. How is my granddaughter?" he asked.
Matilda smiled.
"She is well. She's just a month old, but she seems to be in a hurry to grow into a young woman." she said.
King Gustav laughed.
"She has her grandmother's character. I am also here to answer your concern of what happened in France. I assure you that every child here is safe."he said.
Matilda sighed.
"I am happy to hear that. I do believe that we should aid France. It could build better relationships in other lands. This a tragedy for all Royal Families." she said.
King Gustav coughed a bit and took several breaths.
"We do not have the soldiers for that purpose. However, I have informed the Royal Treasurer to send money to France. You are correct, we could make wonderful friendships. I want you and my son to have a peaceful reign." he said.
Matilda smiled to herself.
"That won't happen for many years, Your Majesty. You will be King for many years." she said.
King Gustav, still behind the door, smiled.
"Return to your rest, dear daughter. Everything will be done." he said.
Matilda smiled and sat back down next to her infant daughter, thanking God that her children would not be snatched like Princess Joan.
15 March 1559
Ribiera Palace, Lisbon, Portugal
The Throne Room
King Carlos and Queen Mary we're both sitting on their Thrones, awaiting the guests that they were expecting. With them were their twenty year old son, Duarte, Crown Prince of Portugal, his wife, Infanta Maria and their three younger daughters: sixteen year old Joanna, nine year old Cristina and little Isabel, who was nearly four years old.
Carlos took Mary's hand.
"Are you nervous?" he asked.
Mary sighed
"With her, you just never know. We are doing this as a favor for our daughter-in-law. She wanted her to meet our granddaughter." she said.
Suddenly, the herald called out:
"HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, ISABELLA OF ENGLAND, DOWAGER QUEEN OF PORTUGAL AND DOWAGER MARQUESSA DE MOYA! HIS GRACE, LORD FERNANDO DE CABRERA, MARQUESS DE MOYA! THE LADY CATALINA DE CABRERA AND LORD ENRIQUE DE CABRERA!"
After being announced, Isabella and her three younger children walked in and bowed to Carlos and Mary.
"Your Majesties." Isabella said.
Carlos stood up.
"Welcome back to Portugal, Dowager." he said.
Mary stood up and took a look at her eldest sister. Althou6the years had been kind to Isabella's appearance, she was no longer the young woman find of elegant gowns and jewelry. Her sister, now in her forty-ninth year, was dressed nearly like a nun, except she wore a beautiful garnet ring on her finger, which was a gift from her late husband, the Marquess, and she refused to part with it.
Mary walked forward and hugged her sister.
"Sweet Bella. I am pleased to see you again." she said.
Isabella gave a small smile.
"I thank you, Your Majesty." she said.
Infanta Maria walked up to her mother and younger siblings.
"Mother!" she cried, as she hugged her mother for the first time in nearly four years.
Isabella hugged her daughter back.
"My dear Maria, I left a girl go and now I'm facing a woman." she said proudly.
Maria smiled at her mother and hugged each of her siblings.
Duarte walked forward and kissed Isabella's hand.
"My Lady, welcome back to Court. I pray your journey wasn't tedious." he said.
Isabella smiled.
"Not at all. Thank you all for asking me to Court." she said.
Suddenly, little Infanta Joana, was brought in by one of her governesses.
Duarte proudly took his daughter into his arms and looked at his mother-in-law.
"Allow me to introduce you to your granddaughter, Infanta Joana." he said, as he handed the seven-month old child to Isabella.
Despite her rough birth, little Joana was a beautiful child. Duarte and Maria were able to resume their marital duties and were hoping to provide her with a younger brother within the year.
Isabella felt tears develop into her eyes. After four marriages and eleven children, seven of them dead, she was finally holding her very first grandchild. She no longer felt like a failure. Her branch of the family tree was finally starting to grow new leaves. For the first time since her beloved Andres died, she felt a genuine smile develop on her face, as she kissed the baby girl.
20 March 1559
Ribiera Palace, Lisbon, Portugal
Queen Maria of Portugal's Bedchamber
Mary was doing her embroidery with her daughter, Joanna, and also watching her youngest child, Isabel, play with Mary's favorite dog, Beatriz. Mary smiled, enjoying the time spent with her children.
Joanna looked at her mother.
"Mamae, your sister seems nice. However, I will not lie and say I haven't heard the whispers about her. I do love my cousins being here. They are very nice." she said.
Mary nodded.
"They are well-behaved." she agreed.
Suddenly, the door opened and King Carlos walked in and smiled at his wife and daughters.
"My three lovely ladies." he said, with a smile as he picked little Isabel up and kissed her cheek.
Joanna stood up and hugged her father.
"I am happy to see you, Father." she said.
Carlos kissed her forehead.
"Why don't you take your sister to your Chambers? I have to speak to your mother." he said, as he put Isabel back on the ground.
Joanna nodded and took her little sister by the hand and left the room.
Carlos walked up and kissed Mary.
"How are you, my darling?" he asked.
Mary nodded.
"A little tired today. I was up most of the night with Cristina." she said.
Carlos looked at her with worry.
"Is she seriously ill again? She was doing well for so long." he said.
Mary nodded.
"It's just a fever, sweetheart. The physician said with rest, she will recover." she said.
Carlos sighed, in relief.
"Good. I was very worried." he said, as he sat down.
Mary smiled.
"What did you want to speak to me about?" she said.
Carlos smiled.
"As you know, your sister is now Queen of Spain and all its territories. I think we should form an alliance with them." he said.
Mary looked at him, slightly confused.
"We have a wonderful relationship with Spain. How would we form a better alliance?" she asked.
Carlos smiled.
"By betrothing our granddaughter to their their heir, Eduardo, Prince of Asturias." he said.
Mary looked shocked.
"Do you think they would agree to it?" she asked.
Carlos nodded.
"It's a double benefit. If we don't have any grandsons from Duarte and Maria, Joana will be Queen of Portugal and the entire Iberian Peninsula will be united under one. We could be sitting on the roots of an Empire that would rival Alexander the Great." he said.
Mary nodded.
"Duarte and Maria are young and will most likely have a son. What then?" she asked.
Carlos sighed.
"Then Joana will be Queen of Spain and we will provide a very large dowry for her, which would make her look more attractive as a wife. The Prince of Asturias is now four years old. This marriage could rival other marriages." he said.
Mary nodded and smiled.
"I suggest you write a letter to both of them. Eduardo is heir to both King Luis and my sister. Both have to agree to the betrothal and once they do, we can request a dispensation from Rome." she said.
Carlos smiled and kissed his wife and left the room. He was happy that Mary agreed with him. He could feel a Golden Age for Portugal just on the horizon.
27 March 1559
Somewhere in France
It was dark. There were only a few lights from distant houses shining, and the single lantern that hung from the rear door of the tavern. He had been waiting for her for over an hour and was beginning to think she wasn't going to show. He was just about to call it a night when he saw her.
"It's about time," he said, keeping his voice down. Neither of them wanted to be seen by anyone, much less together.
"Yes," she said, "I had to make sure I wasn't followed."
"Did you bring it?" he asked.
"Of course," she said, jingling her purse. "But you didn't live up to your part of the bargain, so I'm only going to pay you half."
"Wait just a minute there. I took them both," he informed her.
"Yes, but one of them was rescued and returned to the palace, wasn't she?" the lady questioned. "Our deal was that BOTH girls would disappear, then I would pay you the amount we agreed upon. One of them is very much so with her family. I only owe you for half the job since you only completed half the task."
Rage built up inside him. He didn't like being swindled, and in his mind, he had succeeded. It wasn't his fault that one of the Princesses was rescued before he could get them on the ship she had arranged. "Listen here, I did what I was asked to do. You owe me the full amount we agreed on. Either pay up or . . ."
"Or what? You'll kill me?" She asked. "I think not. It would be horribly suspicious if I didn't return, not to mention the fact that you'd have no one to blame it on if you are discovered."
She was right, but he didn't care at the moment. He wanted what was rightfully his, and he was going to get it. She looked down at her purse to count what she was going to hand him. He lunged at her, knocking her to the ground. Lady or not, she wasn't going to cheat him out of anything. He hit her twice in the face, then once in the stomach. That was enough. She stopped moving. He checked to make sure she was still breathing, which she was, then took the purse and ran off into the woods, leaving her there to her fate.
He had watched the whole thing from the other side of the street. He was one of King Henri's guards, but he was off duty and had visited the tavern. When he was leaving to return to the castle, he heard the commotion and stopped. He continued on his way once the man had left, not knowing what to do. He thought they were talking about the kidnapping of the Princesses, but neither had said so outright, so it could have been something else entirely.
When he reached the castle, he woke his commander and told him what happened. Together, they went to the King's chambers, hoping not to interrupt him with his mistress.
"What is this?" King Henri asked.
"Majesty," the commander said, "we are sorry to wake you, but we may have news about the lost Princess."
"May have?" Henri questioned, looking from the commander to him and back again.
His commander nodded at him. He recounted what he had seen at the tavern and told the King what he heard. Henri was shocked at what he heard. He couldn't believe that one of his subjects, let alone a noblewoman, would be involved with the kidnapping of his daughters.
"And you left this woman at the tavern?" Henri asked.
Yes, sire," the guard answered. "I didn't know what else to do, and she did not actually mention the Princesses; she just said she had arranged for the disappearance of two girls and one of them was returned."
"Go back to the tavern and find her," Henri ordered. "Bring her to me for questioning." He looked at the two men. "NOW!" he shouted. They bowed and ran out of the castle to do as their King commanded.
When they got to the tavern, the woman had disappeared. They went inside and asked about her, but no one knew anything, or at the very least, no one would admit knowing anything. The woman was gone.
31 March 1559
Ribiera Palace, Lisbon, Portugal
Isabella, Dowager Marquessa de Moya's Bedchamber
Isabella looked around her Chambers. She had not been in this palace for many years. It felt strange to be back, but she was happy to meet her first grandchild, Infanta Joana. The child was beautiful and healthy and she was happy of the fact.
The door opened and King Carlos walked in. Isabella bowed to her brother-in-law.
"Your Majesty." she said.
Carlos smiled.
"Thank you for not causing any distressing actions during your visit. You behaved well." he said.
Isabella smiled.
"My Maria is happy here. She will be Queen one day and you and my sister, the Queen, treat her very well. I can't be thankful for anything else." she said.
Carlos nodded.
"She is family. We will always be good to her. Do not ever doubt that. I hear you are departing for Spain today." he said.
Isabella nodded.
"Yes, my Lord. My son's estate needs to be attended to. He's only a boy of fourteen years and has his education to finish. I think we should get back home to his obligations." she said.
Carlos nodded.
"I understand. Do you spend alot of time at the Spanish Court?" he
Isabella shook her head.
"Not anymore. That part of my life is over. My life is about serving God and being a good mother to the children he allowed me to keep." she said.
Carlos took a deep breath.
"If you don't mind, I have a request to ask of you." he said.
Isabella looked at him, in shock.
"I am not sure what a widow can do for you, Your Majesty." she said.
Carlos smiled and handed her a letter.
"I want you to bring this letter to King Luis and Queen Elizabeth, letting them know that we will aid in the support to help find Princess Joan of France. It's an insufferable thing what happened to that child." he said.
Isabella nodded.
"I feel for the Queen. To lose a child...it feels as if the Almighty rains fire directly into your heart and no matter how hard you pray and beg, rain never stops the flame from spreading." she said.
King Carlos nodded.
"That it is. However, I have a second letter here as well. I am proposing the marriage between our granddaughter, Joana, and the heir of Spain, Eduardo. I need to make sure both of these letters reach who they need to reach." he said.
Isabella bowed.
"I will make sure they do, Your Majesty." she said.
King Carlos nodded and began to leave the room.
Isabella turned towards him.
"Your Majesty?" she called.
Carlos turned and acknowledged her.
Isabella took a deep breath.
"Take care of our granddaughter, I beg of you." she said.
Carlos smiled, silently promising he would, as he left sister-in-law to finish packing for her journey to Madrid.
A/N Thank you all for enjoying the story. This first chapter is nothing of what is to come. Please Read and Review! Chapter Fifty-Four is currently in the works!