Chapter 51
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4 May 1558
Scotland
The Scottish Royal council sat around the table in their meeting chamber ready to discuss the future of their Queen, and in fact, their nation as a whole. Whoever the Queen married would have some power over their country, even if it was just a fleeting amount and the Queen would have to agree, of course. Before her death in January, their late Dowager Queen, Margaret Tudor, had everything in place for Queen Mary to marry Prince William of Wales and unite Scotland and England. However, the late Queen Margaret could not foresee that Prince William would die just months after, leaving Scotland, and their Queen, alone in this matter.
Prince Arthur had presented his findings to the council already, proving the betrothal of the new Prince of Wales, William's younger brother, Edward, to Princess Elisabeth of France. There would be no logical way for Queen Mary to marry England now, as both of King Henry IX's surviving sons were spoken for in the area of matrimony. The council was not sure what to do, as no other alternatives had really been considered. It was then that Mary's mother, the Dowager Queen of Scotland, Marie de Guise, spoke.
"Gentlemen," she began, and all eyes in the room turned towards her, "I have been to France and spoken with King Henri. He was more than agreeable to a marriage between our Queen and his son, Francis, the Dauphin of France. They are the same age, more or less, and there is no degree of affinity to cause the Pope not to bless the union, as there would be with a Prince of England."
"Your Grace," Prince Arthur countered, "you seem to forget that my late mother, the Queen's regent since her coronation, wanted her married to England, to prevent future wars from happening and dividing the continent."
"Your Highness, you seem to forget that your mother is no longer regent for our Queen, and you and I are co-regents for Mary now," Marie de Guise reminded him. "I have an equal sense of authority over her future and the future of this nation as her co-regent, but more authority as I am her mother. As the only parent she has left alive to watch out for her, I want my daughter married to France, protected by the French army, and secure in the thought that her children will rule not only Scotland, but France as well."
"France cannot offer us the same security that a marriage with England would," Prince Arthur argued. "Even an English noble, closely related to the King, would be better than a French prince."
"I do not agree, your Highness," Marie said. "The Dauphin of France will be King when his father is gone, and Mary would be safe there."
"Who would rule Scotland if she was in France?" Prince Joseph, another of Margaret's sons asked.
"We would, of course," Marie replied. "We would act in her name."
That caused some murmurs among the nobles seated at the table. They were not expecting to lose their Queen to another nation, even if she would still be running Scotland from that nation, with the council acting on a day-to-day basis when it came to minor decisions. The men at the table were not sure that they liked that idea.
"Listen to me, your Grace," Prince Arthur said, "Queen Mary needs a husband. My mother wanted her to marry into the royal family of England. That is what we will try and accomplish."
Marie could not believe her ears. How dare this uncultured Prince tell her what was going to happen! She was outraged. She was the Dowager Queen of Scotland, and the mother to the reigning Queen. Prince Arthur had no right to tell her what to do and she was not going to let him get away with it, neither speaking to her in such a manner, nor telling her what they were going to do.
"Prince Arthur, you might want to stop ordering people about as if you were King. I have already spoken to King Henri of France. While I was there, he and I came to an understanding about the marriage of Queen Mary to his son, Prince Francis. The betrothal contracts have been signed, and as they are of no relation, there was no need to wait for a papal dispensation," Marie informed him, along with the rest of the council. "My daughter IS betrothed to the Dauphin of France, and her dowry has already been sent from Edinburgh to his Majesty. She will be leaving for France in July."
Arthur looked at his former sister-in-law with outrage. "How dare you madam! You forget your place here!"
"No, how dare YOU, sir," Marie said. "Since the day my daughter was born, I watched your spiteful, bitch of a mother take control of everything in her life. I was not allowed to raise her. I was not allowed to comfort her when she had nightmares. I was not even allowed to SEE her. . . my own daughter. . . without an appointment approved by Margaret Tudor, and then I could never be alone with her. So, no, I will not back down on this because this is the ONE thing I can do for my daughter that YOUR family cannot control. As her mother, and the Dowager Queen of Scotland, I HAVE signed the contracts for Mary to marry Francis, and that IS what she will do, whether you and this council like it or not."
With that said, Marie turned and slammed the door behind her as she left the room, furious that she let her temper get the better of her in front of them. They were uncultured, brutal barbarians in her eyes, and her daughter deserved better, but they were her late husband's family, and she had no choice but to acknowledge them. For now, however, it was time to tell Mary of her future husband and her leaving for France in two short months, the Scottish council be damned.
Back inside the council chambers, Prince Joseph looked at his older brother with shock on his face. "Can she do that Arthur? Does she have that power as co-regent?"
"Technically, no, it should be a joint decision under the laws of this realm," Arthur replied, "but as Mary's mother, and her only surviving parent, she does. No guardian was ever appointed for Queen Mary as she was under the control of a regency, so her mother remained her sole guardian under church law. No one ever thought that Marie de Guise would become co-regent if something happened to mother because mother had not willed it, but our late brother had set it in his will that if Mother was not able to be regent in the case of a minority rule with one of his children, that Marie would act as co-regent, as the child's mother. James had faith in her love for her children, over her love of power."
Joseph looked at the door and then back to his elder brother. "I wonder what he would say if he could see his widow now."
Prince Arthur nodded at Joseph's pondering and then reached for the documents that Marie had left on the table. She had hidden the papers concerning Scotland becoming part of France if Mary died without an heir. She was more intelligent than they gave her credit for and knew that if they saw that clause, they would have her killed in her sleep more than likely. Without that paper included, the contracts were standard, though Mary's dowry was less than they expected, but not by much.
Arthur had to hand it to his former sister-in-law; she knew how to negotiate a treaty. Not only was Mary's dowry less than they had expected, she was also to be given three estates and the income from Brittany as her jointure. There was a stipulation that if Mary produced more than three sons for France, if something were to happen to Francis and Mary survived, she would not be required to return to Scotland without her children, and could remain in France as the Queen Mother, if she so desired. The contracts also awarded Francis the title of Duke of Leith, in addition to King Consort of Scotland, for the sole purpose of his being able to advise Mary's successor if she was to die before the child was out of their minority. Marie had thought this out thoroughly before signing the betrothal contract for their Queen, but Arthur was still enraged that she had done so without his knowledge. To make matters worse, the contracts were written as though the marriage had already taken place, with Marie standing in for Queen Mary. If this was the case, then Queen Mary and Prince Francis were legally married in the eyes of the church, save for the consummation of their marriage. If this was the case, then there was nothing anyone could do to stop the union of Scotland and France.
"What is it brother?" Prince Victor asked.
"It looks as though our Queen's marriage is a done deal, Victor," Arthur explained what he had just read. The men around the room simply looked at one another. It was not often that the Scottish council found themselves without a reasonable course of action when something occurred that they were not in favor of, but in this case, their Dowager Queen had tied their hands, or at least they thought she had. It was in this moment that Prince Arthur dismissed the council, intending to take the contracts to his own chaplain for further clarity as to what they meant. He hoped that he was reading the contracts wrong, but as far as his former sister-in-law was concerned, no one could really know.
8 May 1558
Scotland
Mary, Queen of Scotland, walked into her council's chambers, uncertain of what the meeting was about. As an underaged Queen, she had no real authority to make decisions for her nation or herself, but her late grandmother and regent had always made sure she was aware of what was going on. This new system of not telling her was becoming a problem, and she wanted to make sure it was addressed, regardless of what the meeting was about.
The guards opened the doors to the room and Mary stepped inside. The entire council had been assembled, and Mary knew from past experiences that this meant something huge was about to happen. Everyone in the room stood and bowed to her, including her mother, then sat when she did. No one spoke for several moments. No one was sure where to begin.
Mary broke the silence, "Why has this meeting been called?"
As head of her council, Prince Arthur stood. "Your Majesty," he began, "it seems as though a new marriage alliance has been agreed on. We thought it best that you were informed as soon as possible."
Mary gasped. She knew this would happen, but she did not expect it so soon after the death of William, Prince of Wales, her former fiancée. She composed herself from the shock first, then replied, "Who is this new alliance with?"
"France, your Majesty," her uncle told her. "You are to marry their Dauphin, Francis, and will become Queen of Scotland and France at the passing of his father."
"This new . . . alliance," she responded, "It's something you all agreed on?"
Prince Arthur looked at her mother, Marie de Guise. "Not entirely, Your Grace," he admitted. "Your mother went to France, as you know, to talk to King Henri about a possible alliance, but it seems that she signed the contracts while she was there. The contracts for your betrothal to the French Dauphin are written in such a manner that we are uncertain if you were married by-proxy or just pre-contracted."
"May I see the documents?" Mary asked.
"There's no need for that daughter," Marie said quickly. "I can assure you that you are indeed married by-proxy to the French Prince. You will leave for France in three months' time. I made certain that THIS alliance would happen."
"I was told that the French heir was betrothed to one of the Princesses of Portugal," Mary said. "What of that?"
"His arrangement to marry the Princess Joanna of Portugal fell through due to undisclosed health issues with the princess," her mother told her. "King Henri assured me that the previous contract is null and void, then showed me the documents signed by the Pope, agreeing that the contract was no longer valid."
"So I am, for all intentions and purposes, the Dauphine of France, as well as the Queen of Scotland?" Mary questioned.
"Yes," Prince Arthur said, his anger over the situation coming out.
"Why aren't you pleased uncle?" Mary asked.
"May I speak freely, your Majesty?"
"Of course."
"This arrangement was not what your late grandmother wanted," he said. "She wanted to see England and Scotland united under your rule. I was in England, while your mother went to France, to see if such an arrangement could be made, but your mother took it upon herself to sign these contracts on your behalf without knowledge of this council."
Mary looked at her mother and shook her head. "Could an arrangement with England be made?"
"Unfortunately, no," Prince Arthur said. "King Henry's new heir, Prince Edward, is already betrothed to Princess Elisabeth of France, and when the King was presented with the he said that it was his belief that God led Edward to Elisabeth, and he would not forsake her."
Mary thought for a moment. She could take that as an insult, but she chose not to. She knew nothing of William's younger brother and did not want to venture down that path, regardless of what her council thought. "Then I guess it is fortunate for us that the betrothal between the Prince of France and the Princess of Portugal fell through. There are not many heirs to the throne of suitable age that I could marry, as many of us are betrothed from the time we are born." Mary paused. "As it stands, it seems that I will become the Queen of France eventually, as I am already legally married to the Dauphin. If I am leaving for France in August, then I must begin preparations for the journey and my life there. If you will excuse me." Mary stood and left the room, not noticing the glares that her mother received from the other members of the council. Her future was in France, not in Scotland, and her only thought at the moment was whether or not the Dauphin, her husband, would even like her.
14 May 1558
Whitehall Palace, England
The Great Hall
The entire Court was enjoying a dinner. It was the first time they had gathered to have a banquet dinner since the death of William, Prince of Wales and everyone was starting to get excited. The new heir to the Throne, Edward, currently Duke of York, had arrived to Court and would be formally invested with the title of Prince of Wales in just two weeks time.
The new unofficial Prince of Wales was now twenty years old and was extremely handsome with his dark red hair, fair skin and kind eyes. His tall figure made him even more handsome than his late older brother, however Edward was much different. He was more devout and pious than his elder brother had been and people still loved that he had survived an assassin's blade just five years ago.
King Harry and Queen Lillian were both sitting at the table with their family and close peers. They were still dressed in black and this would continue for another eleven days. Harry was still very upset, but now that it was getting close to the day of Edward becoming Prince of Wales and also with Queen Lillian's new pregnancy. She was still early, but it had been confirmed by a midwife and she was due in the middle of autumn. By her wishes, they had not announced the pregnancy yet.
He leaned over to his wife.
"Are you well, Lily?" he asked.
Queen Lillian nodded and smiled.
"Yes, it feels wonderful to have Edward at Court again. I am no longer feeling ill, so it feels wonderful to have my appetite again, Harry." she whispered back.
Harry smiled and took her hand in his and watched the entire Court. Everyone seemed happy once again. The shadow of his son's death seemed to finally be lifting.
Suddenly, Lillian gasped softly and had a look of surprise on her face. Before he could ask her what was wrong, She put her hand on her swollen, but not noticeable belly.
At that moment, he felt it. A tiny fluttering sensation. The kicks of his and Lillian's first child together. The unborn babe's kicks were light, but strong. This was a wonderful sign.
He looked at her, smiling. She had tears in her gray eyes.
"Are you comfortable with announcing it now?" he asked, softly.
Lillian looked at him, in surprise.
"At this very moment?" she asked.
Harry smiled.
"Yes, Lily. We all need this joy." he said.
Lillian smiled and nodded.
Harry looked at his page, grabbed his goblet of wine and nodded. The Page banged a stick in the ground three times and shouted:
"THE KING COMMANDS YOUR ATTENTION!"
Everyone looked at Harry, as he stood up.
"I give you all my thanks in these dark times. You all have been a comfort to my family and I in the wake of our son, Prince William's, death just three months ago. You all have been kind, loving and understanding to your sovereign. I thank you." he said, as he raised his glass
The Courtiers raised their glasses, many with smiles on their faces at the kind words from their King.
Harry continued:
"Although the good Lord saw it fit to take Prince William from this world, he also blessed the late Queen and I with five other children, including two other sons. Prince Edward is our eldest son now and we are here to welcome him to Court as our new heir. My son, may the good Lord guide you and instruct you on how to be good and just King, when the time comes." he said, raising his glass a second time.
After the Court followed suit and Prince Edward crossed himself, Harry continued, yet again:
"Finally, I want to salute our Queen, Lillian of Spain. She is blessed among women. A true and gracious woman, she has healed this Court, after the death of our beloved late Queen Anne. She has filled the Court with light, love and happiness. Now, she will soon bestow upon us a new gift. I am to announce that Queen Lillian is with child and just a few moments ago, the babe has quickened!" he yelled, raising his goblet.
The entire Court applauded the news. The new Queen had only been married for five months and now she was already with child. They had lost their heir, but it seemed as if the Lord was smiling on this new marriage. Many looked at their King and for the first time, since Prince William's death, the King was smiling publicly.
21 May 1558
Pamplona, Navarre
Queen Elizabeth I of Navarre's Bedchamber
Elizabeth sighed, as she read a book and her hand rested on her stomach, that was starting to swell. Elizabeth was currently expecting her and Luis' fourth child in the middle of autumn. However, she wasn't entirely happy. Her husband, King Luis, was currently in Spain, aiding his grandfather, Emperor Charles V, in his old age. This child must have resulted in their last night together.
Lady Sancha de Mendoza, just coming out of her own confinement with her third child, walked in.
"Your Majesty, if I may, don't you think it's time to announce that you are with child. The child has already quickened." she said.
Elizabeth sighed.
"I know, it's just this time it's different. I'm alone. Luis was by my side everytime I was with child. Now, I am alone. I am Queen and I am supposed to rule everyone, while carrying this child. May God forgive me, Sancha, but this child is not coming at the most ideal time." she confessed.
Sancha touched Elizabeth's hand.
"You aren't alone. You have a trusted Council, who is faithful to you and King Luis is excited to be expecting another child. Emperor Charles is getting old. He needs Luis." she said.
Elizabeth looked at Sancha.
"I hope you are right. This child seems active. It seems as if I get kicks on both sides of my belly at times. It looks like we'll have a healthy Prince." she said, with a small smile.
Sancha smiled.
"And little Catalina will have a playmate. They'll be close, just like Eleanora and Infanta Juana." she said.
Elizabeth smiled. Her and Sancha's two year old daughters were both very close and inseparable.
"I will announce it tonight at dinner. I do pray that it's a son. Although Eduardo is three years old and is very healthy, Luis and I need a spare son. I am starting to see how fragile a child's life is, especially since my brother, the King of England, is dealing with the death of my nephew, William." she said.
Sancha squeezed Elizabeth's hand.
"That will not happen here. Your line is secure and will continue to be very secure." she said
Elizabeth smiled and stood up, so she could get ready for dinner.
The Banquet Hall
The Navareese Court was in high spirits and eating their glorious meal. Everyone loved the Court that Elizabeth held. She was a young Queen and enjoyed music and good food, although most of the Courtiers didn't understand why she loved vegetables and fruit so much and she also didn't like people eating with their hands. She was an unusual Queen, but she was also gaining the love of the people. Her tall, beautiful frame put the people at ease. She was also a loving mother and had already provided three heirs to the Throne.
Lord James Brandon, Queen Elizabeth's cousin, leaned in to talk to speak to Elizabeth
"Your Majesty, I hate to interrupt your meal, but the Polish Ambassador will be arriving within the week to finalize the betrothal of Infanta Juana and Prince Ludwik." he said.
Elizabeth nodded her head.
"Excellent. I am glad that she will be set. Now, we need find a suitable bride for Eduardo. He's three years old and no good candidates have been out forth yet." she said.
Lord James nodded his head.
"Prince Ludwik has several older sisters. One is only three years older than he is. Would you object to a double alliance with Poland?" he asked.
Elizabeth shook her head.
"Not with Poland. There's really nothing they could offer us in exchange for a Polish Princess besides a little wealth and with four daughters, it wouldn't be that beneficial." she said.
Lord James had to agree with his Queen.
"We will find someone, Your Majesty. I will scout the Royal Families of Christendom." he said.
Elizabeth touched his arm.
"They must be Catholic and of reasonable age." she gently ordered.
James nodded and continued to eat his roasted meat with a knife and fork.
Elizabeth cleared her throat and held her hand and the music stopped and everyone ceased what they were doing.
"My nobles and the entire Court, I greet you well. I will not hold you from this feast very long, however I would like us all to give thanks to the Lord for all the blessings he has bestowed upon us in our three year reign. We are all well, stable and continue to flourish. The health of our heir, Prince Eduardo, is magnificent and also that of his two sisters, Infantas Isabel and Juana. I am now pleased to announce that the King and I are now expecting our fourth child and shall be delivered in the fall. Thanks be to our Lord." she said.
The entire Court gave an applause and shouted praise to their Queen, the fertile mother of their nation.
Lord James leaned over.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty. May I speak freely?" he asked.
Elizabeth nodded.
"Of course, Cousin." she said.
James sighed.
"I have a strong feeling I will be searching marriage alliances for the next twenty years." he said.
Elizabeth laughed at her cousin's joke. She hadn't felt this happiness, since her husband departed for Spain.
30 May 1558
England
Prince Edward was in the chapel of the palace, praying for guidance, as well as acceptance from the English people concerning his investment as Prince of Wales. His elder brother, William, had been loved by their people, and despite William's temper, he had filled the role of heir to the throne with grace and dignity. Edward could only hope to follow the example his brother had set in regard to leading the Welsh council, but he would be ruling Wales from London in the wake of his father burning Ludlow to the ground.
King Henry IX entered the chapel, knowing where his second son would be without doubt. Edward was devout in all things. It was a given that he would seek God's approval before his investment that day. He was right. He found his son on his knees at the altar and joined him, praying for Edward's future as the Prince of Wales and later, King of England. Once the two had finished their prayers, they stood.
Harry looked at his son. "You know you are already my heir, Edward," Harry said. "This ceremony is a formality for the people."
"I know, Father," Edward replied.
"What troubles you?"
"William was loved by the people he governed. I do not know if I can step into that role as he did," Edward said.
"You are not your brother, nor do I expect you to be," Harry assured him. "No one can fill the place that another has vacated."
"My lady stepmother seems to have filled Mother's shoes quite nicely," Edward said, still uncertain about his feelings towards his father's new wife.
"Edward," Harry said, touching his son's shoulders, "Queen Lillian has not taken your mother's place in my heart, much as you cannot fill the void that William's death has left. It's true that I do love the Queen very much, but I still love your mother too. There is room enough in this world for all kinds of love, and believe me, the world needs more of that and not the hatred that's been sowed for generations."
Edward thought about his father's words. "I think I can understand that point, Father," Edward replied, "but it still hurts to think about another person being in Mother's place."
"Then try to see your stepmother as a friend, rather than a mother," the King responded gently. "It may make it easier for you to accept her in your life, and that may lead to your acceptance of her as a family member eventually."
Edward nodded. He would try because his father asked him to, but he could not guarantee that his feelings on the matter would ever be completely resolved.
"Come," the King said, "it is time that the people meet their new Prince of Wales and get to know him for who he is instead of who the title claims that he is."
Edward followed his father out of the chapel and the two men made their way to Westminster Abbey where he would receive the honor now due him.
The nobles of the realm, along with other honored guests of the court, had gathered in the abbey, taking their places in the seats they were assigned for the investment of the new Prince of Wales. They spoke quietly among themselves, waiting for the ceremony to begin, each one anxious to meet their new heir to the throne.
Prince Owen, and his sisters, Princess Eleanor and Princess Margaret, were seated in the front of the abbey, followed by their Uncle Edward Fitzroy and his children, including the Lady Elizabeth Brandon, the new Duchess of Clarence. Their Aunt, Lady Rose Fitzroy, Baroness of Windsor, was also in attendance, along with her suitor, Lord John Tudor, and their Great-Uncle, Lord Edmund Tudor, Duke of Richmond. It was indeed a family affair, though filled with mixed emotions in the wake of Prince William's passing.
King Henry IX of England entered the abbey with his head held high, Queen Lillian on his arm. The crowd stood and made the appropriate gestures to honor their monarchs as they made their way to the altar of the abbey, where a throne was placed. Once reaching the front of the abbey, the King motioned for the Queen to sit with the children and then made his way to the throne. He faced his subjects, then sat, causing them to mimic his actions, taking their own seats.
The King read the letters patent, then presented his son with the girdle and sword of the Prince of Wales, symbolizing his authority to muster troops in the name of the Welsh through order of the King. Harry then placed the mantle about Edward's shoulders, symbolizing the burden of nobility. He then presented Edward with the rod, ring, and crown of the Welsh, showing the Prince's authority as leader of the Welsh people, as subjects of England.
Edward kissed his father's signet ring, showing his loyalty to the English crown, then stood and turned to the people gathered in the abbey. "I, Edward, Prince of Wales, do become your liege man of life and limb and of earthly reverence, and faith and truth I will bear unto thee, to live and die against all manner of enemies to the Welsh, and to England."
The Bishop offered prayers of leadership for the Prince, then the crowds dispersed, leaving Edward to marvel at his new role, and to pray for his future, both as Prince of Wales and as the future King of England.
7 June 1558
Hofburg Palace, Vienna, Austria
Archduke Ferdinand of Austria's Privy Chamber
Ferdinand of Austria was sitting at his desk, as a severe thunderstorm raged outside. His wife of three years, Anne of Denmark, was currently in labor with their second child, but his seventeenth in total. He was alarmed that she conceived so soon after the birth of their young son, Rupert, in January the previous year. The announcement of Anne being with child again was shocking, since she was currently in her mid-thirties. The pregnancy had been relatively easy, but the birth was long now.
The door opened and Ferdinand's son and namesake, Ferdinand, also called Andy, walked in. The handsome young man sat in front of his father.
"Father, how fares my stepmother?" he asked.
Ferdinand sighed.
"It's morning now. Her pains started last night. I worry for her. Enough about me. How is Isabella?" he asked.
Andy smiled. His wife of eleven years, Isabella of Spain, was currently expecting their seventh child in less than a month and was currently in confinement. Despite his genuine love for his wife, he was thankful that she was able to give him six healthy children, three if them being boys, with the youngest, Archduke Maxmillian, arriving in June the previous year.
"She's well. The children miss her. Phillip's lessons are going well. He insisted on learning English, so he could communicate with his future bride, Princess Margaret of England, more. I told him that it wasn't necessary, since the girl is fluent in German, Spanish and Latin, but he persisted." he said, with a chuckle talking of his ten year old son.
Ferdinand laughed.
"He will make a great Emperor." he said.
Andy leaned closer.
"Father, are you still hurting over the death of Aunt Eleanor?" he asked.
Ferdinand nodded.
"Yes, my son. It is hard to believe she's gone. I know she was ill, but for us to lose her not long after your grandmother is definitely a pain. I hope I can spare your sisters from the unhappy life that plagued her." he said.
Andy nodded his head.
"You will, Father." he said.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Ferdinand looked up.
"Enter." he said.
The door opened and Anne's midwife walked in.
"Your Grace, I am sorry to disturb you, but I am here to say that the Archduchess has given birth to a healthy daughter. The birth was long, but no complications seem to be arising. The Archduchess has asked if the child may be named Isabella, after her mother, Isabella of Naples, the late Queen of Denmark." she said.
Ferdinand sighed, in relief. Anne would be just fine and their newborn daughter was safely delivered.
"You may tell the Archduchess that our daughter shall be named Isabella and that I shall see the both of them later, when they both have gotten some rest." he said.
The midwife nodded and left the room.
Andy smiled at his father.
"Well, Father, I have a new sister. You and my stepmother are building a strong family. I am proud." he said.
Ferdinand smiled. Little Isabella made his number of children total to seventeen, with fourteen children still alive. He knew he was blessed to have a large family. Whether he and Anne had more children was not up to them, but he was satisfied with his large, loving family.
7 June 1558
Imereti
Crown Princess Aimee of Imereti held her newborn daughter in her arms. The infant was swaddled in her blanket, sleeping soundly, and her mother looked at the little girl lovingly. The birth was not as difficult as it could have been, being the first child she had brought to term, but the emotional situation was not as it should have been. Like many nations in Europe, women could not rule in Imereti, so although daughters could seal alliances, they could not be heir to their fathers' throne. Aimee wanted this baby to be a son. It was something she had prayed for diligently, but her prayers were answered with a daughter, who was, at least, healthy, according to the midwife. All she could do now was hope that she and her husband, Crown Prince George, would have a son by next year.
"Princess," a woman's voice came from the distance, bringing Aimee back to reality from her thoughts, "why do you not look pleased? You have birthed a healthy child for your husband. That is something to be grateful for, is it not?"
Aimee looked up from her daughter's face to see her new sister-in-law, Princess Katarina, smiling at her. "A healthy daughter is a gift," she responded, "but she will never be heir to her father's throne, Catherine. Women cannot rule here. Only a son can succeed his father on the throne."
"Are women not capable of ruling, just as men are?" she asked.
"Of course, but some nations do not seem to have caught on to that understanding yet," Princess Aimee said. Katarina, or Catherine as she was called after her conversion to the Orthodox church, was so new to the political ideology of Imereti that she didn't understand why only males could rule there.
Catherine frowned. "It is a shame that they haven't. Many of the most powerful leaders in Europe have been women."
"Yes," Aimee agreed, "but we cannot change what men think apparently, at least not in this nation."
"What would you change if you could, my love?" Prince George said, startling the two women, who had not noticed him enter the room. "My apologies, the midwife said it was clear for me to come meet my child."
Aimee sat up in the bed. "Of course, your Highness," she replied, greeting her husband more formally.
"None of that in here," he responded, waving his hand. "Princess Catherine, how good it is to see you again."
Catherine curtsied, "And you."
George made his way over to his wife's bed and sat down, holding out his arms for the baby. Aimee handed him their daughter.
"She is a healthy princess, according to the midwife, husband," Aimee told him.
"I know," George said. "I was given glowing reports about her." He looked at his daughter and immediately fell in love with the baby girl in his arms. "She is as beautiful as her mother."
"We will have a son soon, God willing," Aimee assured him.
"I have no doubt of that, darling," George said. "You have done well."
"Have you decided on a name for her?" Aimee asked. She had been told that it was her husband's job to name their children by the ladies that waited on her.
George just nodded. "I'd like to name her Anneliese, if you have no objections to it."
"That is a very pretty name," Aimee admitted. "Princess Anneliese it is."
11 June 1558
Hampton Court, England
Queen Lillian of England's Privy Chamber
Queen Lillian was sitting at her table, sewing a dress for her eight year old stepdaughter, Princess Margaret. Queen Lillian was doing her best to show her stepchildren that she would never try to take the place of their late mother and especially now that she was with child, she wanted to let them know that they would not be pushed to the side in favor of the new child.
Lady Mary Brandon, the Duchess of Suffolk, walked over to her Queen and handed her a stack of letters.
"Here's your correspondence today, Your Majesty." she said.
Queen Lillian smiled.
"Thank you so much, Lady Mary. I appreciate your services." she said.
Lady Mary smiled. Queen Lillian was never known to have the stereotype Spanish, haughty attitude. She was kind and gentle and was always polite, even to those beneath her station.
"Do you need anything else, Your Majesty?" she asked.
Queen Lillian stood up, revealing her midsection, which was starting to grow round.
"No, thank you, Lady Mary. You may go back to your reading." she said, with a smile.
Lady Mary curtsied and returned to her book.
Queen Lillian smiled when the first letter she opened was from her father, Emperor Charles V and the current King of Spain. She eagerly began to read its contents:
My dearest daughter,
I am pleased and filled with joy to hear that King Henry has been a good husband to you and I congratulate you on the upcoming birth of your first child together. I am happy that you have finally found a husband and I will be blessed with more grandchildren. You will be a wonderful mother, my sweet Liliana. I also want to thank you for inquiring about me, after your Aunt Eleanor's death, even though you were grieving the death of your husband's eldest child.
I also am writing, because I am troubled to hear that your husband has agreed on a marriage with a French Princess and the Queen of Scotland will be marrying the Dauphin. That alliance troubles me very much, dear daughter. An English-Scottish alliance would have left France isolated. Now, your husband's land will be isolated in the coming years. Even if Henri's daughter will be Princess of Wales, it would not stop him from invading. I am worried, Liliana.
You are now Queen of England and I am scared you are in danger of a plot by that French dog. I will be watching very closely and I will not hesitate to invade France and stop this horrid plot of Henri to have a French Empire. As long as the good Lord allows me to live, the French will not prosper.
Your loving father,
Charles V
Queen Lillian sighed and folded the letter. She knew that her Father would not approve of her stepson's betrothal to Princess Elisabeth of France. She herself didn't approve, but she hadn't been Queen very long and definitely did not want to make enemies.
She looked at Lady Mary.
"Lady Mary, would you mind bringing the King to my Chambers? I have something to discuss with him and then you'll be excused for an hour." she said, trying to hide her alarm in her voice.
Lady Mary put her book down and did exactly what her Queen asked her to do.
Queen Lillian sighed and rested a hand on her small bump. She couldn't believe that her Father would start a war and he was fifty-eight years old and she knew he hadn't been in the best of health.
Moments later, Kings Harry walked in and kissed Lillian on her lips.
"Lady Mary said you wanted to see me about something, darling." he said.
Lillian nodded and handed him her father's letter to read. He looked over it, with a smile at first and then his smile faltered.
He looked up at his wife of six months.
"He believes the French are you to no good and would wage war? What about the treaty Queen Juana forged before she died. There's still two years left." he said.
Lillian nodded.
"That is true, Harry. However, France has never been on good terms with Spain. Father is an ally with England and never had an issue with Scotland. He's afraid because if France and Scotland unite, their Empire could crush us." she said.
Harry sighed.
"That is true, but Scotland is our family. We've been at peace for many years. Surely that peace can go on, even if Queen Mary married the Dauphin." he said.
Lillian touched his hand.
"Forgive me, Harry, but family can also be your worst enemy. Queen Mary is a girl of almost sixteen, who has a French mother and a council of men speaking for her. We won't know the true her, until she comes of age and even then, her husband could very well be in control." she said.
Harry touched her face.
"I will write to your Father. I want you to rest and not worry over this. If not for me, please don't for our child." he said, softly touching her stomach.
Lillian smiled and nodded.
"I will not worry, sweetheart. I trust you in all things." she said, as they softly kissed.
24 June 1558
France
Noble children were running around the grand ballroom at French court. It was chaotic, to say the least, even for an event as special as the second birthdays of Princess Victoria and Princess Joan, the twins and last born of King Henri II and his Queen, Catherine de Medici. Governesses filled the room, as well, trying to keep up with their charges, while the older children danced in between the running toddlers.
Diane de Poitiers, the long-time mistress of Henri II and the true love of his life, sighed at the situation. Although she knew that Henri had to have legitimate children with his wife to secure his throne, she often wished he'd only had a couple of sons instead of the ten that came from their union. She tolerated the girls he'd had with Catherine because she had no choice, and today, she felt ignored, which was not something she was used to feeling, but Henri had to put on a show for the court in order to look like a doting father.
Queen Catherine kept one eye on the noble women she was conversing with and one on her daughters. She knew her twins could get up to no good when the mood struck them, even though they were only two. Luckily, their nanny was a stern, but fair woman, who knew how to keep young children in line most of the time. Today was special, though, and the Queen allowed her daughters a little more freedom than normal, knowing that they would only be this age for a little while, then court duties would overtake their lives, as it had with her older children.
After dinner had been served, the chefs brought out two identical cakes, one for each girl. They were enormous and very carefully decorated. Once enough of a spectacle had been had, the guests were served and the girls were allowed to open their gifts, which took several hours. Later into the evening, the children were put to bed, and the adults at French court continued the party well into the night. Finally, Henri looked at Catherine and nodded. She joined him on the dais.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the court," Henri said, once the herald had gotten their attention, "today is indeed a day of celebration for the French court. Not only does it mark the second birthday of our beloved daughters, Victoria and Joan, but also another event that will go down in history." Henri turned to Catherine, who smiled at the courtiers, showing her approval of the announcement that Henri was about to make. "Just a few short months ago, the betrothal of Prince Francis, our dauphin, had to be called off due to the ill health of the Princess Joana of Portugal. It was with a heavy heart that the decision was made, but everything happens in God's time. Due to this event, we have been able to secure a new betrothal for our son." Henri paused to allow the men and women of his court to wonder who their heir would be married off to now. "With the untimely death of William, Prince of Wales, may God have mercy on his soul, we have been able to secure a new betrothal to Mary, Queen of Scotland, for our beloved son and heir Prince Francis, who is now not only heir to the throne of France, but also King Consort of Scotland." The crowd gasped. They were not expecting their Dauphin to become the King of another nation. This was indeed a joyous occasion.
Francis, who was in the crowd of people, looked at his parents blankly. This was the first time he had heard of his new betrothal. He was infuriated that his parents had not told him prior to the announcement, but he also wondered what the Queen of Scots was like. All he knew about her was that she was close to his age and that she was Catholic.
"Let's lift our glasses in celebration!" Henri commanded. "To his Highness, Prince Francis, King Consort of Scotland and Dauphin of France!"
"To Prince Francis, King Consort of Scotland and Dauphin of France!" the crowd echoed.
11 July 1558
Austria
The Habsburg family was growing by leaps and bounds. A little over a month ago, the Archduchess Isabella had been born to Archduke Ferdinand and his second wife, Princess Anne. Now the bells rang out for the birth of another Archduchess; a baby girl named Elisabeth who was just hours old, born to another Ferdinand, more affectionately known as Andy, and his wife, Isabella, who were the heirs to the Austrian Empire. In Spain and Navarre, Habsburg rulers sat on the thrones as King and King Consort, and their relatives were in positions of power in nearly every nation in Europe, with the exception of France, England, and Scotland. However, this was a situation that could be easily remedied.
Archduke Ferdinand sat at his desk in his study, looking over some land grant requests from various nobles when his son, Andy, father of baby Elisabeth entered the room.
"Father," Andy said, "I have been thinking about the future and was wondering if you had any ideas concerning a marriage for Charles?"
"Your brother?" Ferdinand asked.
"Yes," Andy responded.
"Well, there are several candidates that could become his bride," Ferdinand said. "What did you have in mind?"
"I was thinking that perhaps Charles could be considered a bridegroom for Queen Mary of Scotland, since her betrothal to the late Prince of Wales ended with his death," Andy suggested.
"Unfortunately, it was announced a few weeks ago that her Majesty was betrothed and married by proxy to the Dauphin of France," Ferdinand informed his eldest son. "Now, we aren't entirely certain that the marriage took place. The Pope hasn't announced that formally yet, but we are sure that they are indeed betrothed."
Andy's face fell. He and his father, as well as most of the Habsburgs, had large families and every potential match for the future was extremely important. "Who are the other candidates being considered?"
"I've considered Princess Cecilia Vasa of Sweden, as she is only a year younger than he is, and although Sweden is mostly Protestant, it would be a relief to His Holiness if another Catholic could marry into that family, as Princess Matilda of England has done," Ferdinand said. "There are also several Scottish ladies, daughters of the Princes from the late King James IV, who would make suitable brides. Why does this interest you?"
"With the birth of Elisabeth this morning, I was thinking about how many children there are in this family, and how many of the eligible candidates will be taken as quickly as they are born," Andy admitted. "I know that we are a powerful family, but our marriage prospects dwindle the longer we wait. I also know we do not have alliances with England, France and Scotland, and that those nations could increase our strength in the future."
Ferdinand looked at his son with curiosity. "I don't think we have much to worry about, my dear boy," he said honestly. "Queen Lillian of England is expecting a child, as is Queen Elizabeth of Navarre. Perhaps they will both deliver sons, and our newborn daughters will have matches."
"Of course, Father, I would just feel better about it if both Charles and Joana were secure in their betrothals," Andy said. "It makes more sense that the older ones are married before the younger children are betrothed."
"Well, you leave that to me, Andy," Ferdinand said. "I have never failed to secure a marriage for one of our children who wanted to be married, and I don't intend to start now with your brother and sister, much less the other children in this family."
Andy nodded and excused himself to visit his wife and newborn daughter. As he left the room, Ferdinand pulled some blank parchment from his desk and began to write letters to Scotland, England, and France in search of a potential bride for his son, Charles, Duke of Tyrol. Andy was right about one thing; the future had to be secured and the older generation of leaders was getting older by the day.
18 July 1558
Hampton Court, England
The Banquet Hall
King Harry and Queen Lillian were sitting on their Thrones, watching the festivities. King Harry had insisted on having a banquet to celebrate his half sister, Lady Rose's, upcoming marriage to Lord John Tudor, that would be taking place in just two months time. The young couple was currently dancing to the music and looking at each other, with love in their eyes. King Harry would normally dance as well, but with Queen Lillian being five months gone with child, he'd rather stay by her side.
Queen Lillian smiled.
"It's beautiful, Harry. Rose looks so happy." she said.
Harry nodded his head.
"She does, darling. I've always wanted her to be happy and now she finally is." he said.
Queen Lillian rested her hand on her swollen stomach. The child was kicking and she loved the feeling. She had craved to be a mother for years and she got her wish now.
Suddenly, Lady Rose walked up and bowed.
"Your Majesties. I cannot thank you enough for these celebrations. I haven't had this much enjoyment in years." she said.
Harry smiled at his sister.
"Darling Rose, you deserve all the happiness in the world. I know John will be a wonderful man to you." he said.
Queen Lillian stood up and excused herself. She was walking to the person who caught her eye: Lady Elizabeth Brandon, the new Duchess of Clarence and former mistress of the late Prince of Wales.
Lady Elizabeth did a slight curtsy, not being able to go too low due to her seven month pregnant belly.
Queen Lillian gave her a smile.
"How are you, Duchess?" she asked.
Lady Elizabeth nodded.
"I am well. The festivities are beautiful. At least someone is marrying for love." she said.
Queen Lillian sighed.
"Is Lord Edmund unkind to you?" she asked.
Lady Elizabeth shook her head.
"No, he is very kind. But now the man I love is dead and I am still carrying his child and this child will never be recognized as his child." she said.
Queen Lillian touched her gently.
"The child would be his illegitimate child. William's title and possessions were to go to Prince Edward, in the absence of a legitimate heir." she said, gently.
Lady Elizabeth teared up, bowed and walked away.
Suddenly, Prince Edward, the new Prince of Wales walked over to his pregnant stepmother.
"Is everything alright, my Lady Stepmother?" he asked.
Lillian smiled and nodded.
"Yes, it's all fine. I am going to return to your father." she said.
Edward held out his arm.
"Ill escort you." he said, with a smile.
Queen Lillian smiled and took her stepson's arm. She was happy she had another reason to celebrate.
22 July 1558
Hampton Court, England
Queen Lillian of England's Bedchamber
Queen Lillian was sitting by her window, reading one of her favorite books. She also was listening to the thunderstorm that raged outside. Lillian loved storms, because it reminded her if the rain showers in Spain. She giggled to herself as a rumble of thunder was heard and her unborn child began to kick furiously.
Lillian rubbed her belly.
"Settle down, mi angel. The storm shall pass." she said.
The door opened and Lady Charlotte Howard walked in and bowed.
"Your Majesty, I am so sorry to disturb you, but I have a letter from the Queen Consort of Poland." she said.
Lillian had a curious look on her face. Queen Dorothea of Poland was her first cousin, as Dorothea's late mother was Isabella of Austria, Queen of Denmark, Lillian's father's younger sister. Due to their age difference of thirteen years, they weren't particularly close, but she was still family.
Lillian smiled and took her letter.
"Thank you, Lady Charlotte." she said.
Lady Charlotte bowed and left the room.
Queen Lillian opened the wax sealing and began to read her letter:
Dearest Liliana,
I hope this letter finds you in good health and joy. I was so pleased to hear that you were finally married. I have heard nothing but wonderful things about the King of England. I do know that he was good to the late Queen of England, who was the older sister to my sister's husband.
I am also pleased to hear that you are with child. I pray you are delivered of a healthy child. Do not be discouraged. It took seventeen years, but I finally delivered my first son last year and I am currently with child yet again, despite my years. You will be a wonderful mother.
Cousin, I am writing you on a personal matter. As you know, I am also the mother to four daughters. My youngest, Princess Karolina, is six years old now. The reason I am writing you is because we are having a bit of trouble on arranging a marriage for her, even within the noble families here in Poland. Would you be willing to take my daughter into your household as a companion and help her find a good marriage within England when she becomes of age? If you do agree to this, I humbly ask that the gentleman be from a good family and of good wealth. Should you and the English King agree, Karolina would depart from Poland after her sixteenth birthday.
Your loving cousin,
Dorothea, Queen of Poland
Queen Lillian was a bit shocked by the request. She was not against the idea of having young Karolina here in ten years time, but she definitely would have to ask her husband what is the best thing she should do. She made a mental note to discuss it with King Harry at dinner that night and continued to read her book.
31 July 1558
Scotland
"I just don't know," Queen Mary said honestly to her ladies-in-waiting. "I've never been allowed out of the castle really, much less out of Scotland. The only reason I have any idea what Spain is like is the funeral of the late Queen Juana, and the palace was much more splendid than anything I've ever seen before in my life."
"Spain is extremely wealthy, for sure," Mary Livingston replied. "My father said its because of the Castilian treasury that the late Queen Juana retained after the death of her mother, the late Queen Isabella."
"But Spain is not France," Mary Seaton chimed in. "My mother said that French court is ostentatious, and that it's the Medici fortune that keeps it that way. She said that Queen Catherine is a doting mother to her children, but that she can be quite vengeful towards anyone who might harm them. What if she sees your marriage to Francis as a threat?"
"I don't see how she could," Queen Mary responded. "He will be, or is, the King Consort of Scotland, gaining a title he did not inherit from his parents. Do you think he will be a kind husband?"
"Any husband has the opportunity to become ruthless," Mary Flemming, the oldest of Queen Mary's ladies said. "One can only hope that the man they marry is kind."
"I know my uncles are all loving towards my aunts," Queen Mary told them. "However, they were raised by my late grandmother. . ." her voice trailed off. The pain of Queen Margaret's death so recently was still with her, and she couldn't complete the thought. Luckily, she didn't have to, as the doors to her bedchambers opened and her mother, the Dowager Queen of Scotland, Marie de Guise, walked into the room.
"Ladies," Marie acknowledged the young women gathered around her daughter. "Mary, I have a letter for you from Queen Catherine." She handed the folded parchment to her daughter, which solicited giggles from the other women in the room. "What is this?"
"Nothing, Mother," Queen Mary said. "We were just discussing French court and what we could expect there."
"You've been to French court, haven't you, Your Grace?" Mary Flemming asked.
"Yes," the Dowager Queen responded, "I have, rather recently in fact, to negotiate our Queen's betrothal to the Dauphin."
"What was it like?" Mary Beaton, the quietest of Queen Mary's ladies, asked.
"French court is much more lively than Scottish court," Marie answered. "There are magnificent parties, organized by the Queen of France, nearly every month, in celebration of one thing or another. Queen Catherine does as she pleases when it comes to entertaining the nobles and other dignitaries."
"Is she really a force to be reckoned with?" Mary Seaton asked.
"Catherine de Medici is not someone you want on your bad side, that's for certain," the Dowager Queen told them. "She can be generous to her friends and is so quite often. However, the French King, Henri II, is also someone you don't want to anger. Never insult his relationship with his mistress, Diane de Poitiers, and treat her with almost as much respect as the Queen, and you should be fine there. He takes little interest in his children, other than his heir. Francis is a kindhearted boy, but one day, he will be King of France. Always remember that."
The girls just nodded to her advice.
Marie continued. "You girls won't have trouble finding suitable husbands there, but remember, until you do, you are ladies to my daughter and should conduct yourselves accordingly. You've all been raised properly and know your places. Don't try to overshadow your Queen. Her marriage must happen before yours do. She has to set the example, so let her. Once her marriage to the Dauphin has occurred in reality, not just by proxy, she will honor your commitment to her and make sure you find suitable nobles to marry. In France, you will no longer be subjected to your fathers' whims, as you would be here. Your husbands are her choice, by contract of your service to her, and your fathers all understand this."
Marie looked at each girl, one after another, and sighed. It was a great task for her young daughter to make certain that these young women were looked after, but it was one that she knew Queen Mary could handle.
"There will be a lot of young noble men around, trying to catch your attention, but remember your purpose is to serve your Queen," Marie advised. She paused. "With that being said, for the next few weeks, your lives will be filled with new dresses and other accessories in preparation for your journey to France. I am sure you will all find that most appealing." The girls just nodded. They were each being given three new gowns for daily use, as well as their attendants' dresses for the Queen's wedding.
"I will take my leave of you now, but you are all welcome to ask anything that you feel might help you in your duties to Mary," Marie de Guise told them. "My door is always open to you while you are here in Scotland, and you are welcome to write to me while in France if you need any advice." The girls nodded again, then stood to curtsy to her as she left the room.
Queen Mary walked towards the window in her bedchambers, dreaming of France and the future that waited for her there. She only hoped that the Dauphin would be a husband that would be kind to her, and that their marriage could indeed become a loving one.
1 August 1558
Sintra Palace, Lisbon, Portugal
Queen Maria of Portugal's Bedchamber
Mary of England, now Queen Maria of Portugal, was doing her best to try to sleep. It had been a very active day and she was very happy to finally settle down for the night. Mary began to fall asleep and let her dreams consume her.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang on her door. Mary sat up and grabbed her robe and walked over to the door and opened the door to see one of her daughter's ladies in waiting.
She bowed.
"Your Majesty, I am so sorry, but the Infanta has been asking for you." she said.
Mary nodded.
"Let's go to her Chambers." she said.
Mary and the lady-in-waiting walked towards Infanta Joanna's Bedchamber. Mary was very worried about her second daughter and was silently praying that it wasn't anything serious.
The lady-in waiting opened the door and Mary walked in. She saw her fifteen year old daughter sitting down, looking distressed. Her dark auburn hair was cascaded down her back.
Mary walked over to her child.
"Joanna, what's the matter, child?" she asked gently.
Joanna pointed at her bed. Mary turned and looked a little closer. To her surprise, she saw the sheets were stained with blood.
Mary turned to her daughter, with a smile.
"Oh, darling, this is nothing to be afraid of. You're a young woman now. I know this was a shock to you, because of the conversation we had several months ago, but it seems that no longer is the case. You'll be able to get married and bear your own children someday." she said.
Joanna sighed.
"Father had to cancel the French alliance because my blood didn't come. Now it has and there's no offers for me." she said sadly.
Mary hugged her daughter.
"I'll speak to your Father. You won't alone, my darling. Have your maids draw you a bath and provide fresh sheets and then go back to bed." she said, as she kissed her daughter's forehead and left her rooms.
Mary started to walk to her husband, King Carlos', Bedchamber. Normally they slept together, but he had been busy training their son on the subject of governing, so it was alot of nights that he was up late. Mary had been busy as well, with their three younger daughters and she also had to prepare her daughter-in-law, Infanta Maria, Princess of Portugal, for the impending birth of her and Infante Duarte's first child. Mary wasn't a prideful woman, but she was very proud at her family.
Mary approached her husband's Bedchamber and the guard let her in.
As Mary walked in, she saw her husband saying his prayers and smiled. Carlos was now forty-six years old and even after twenty-three years of marriage, he still made her weak in the knees.
Carlos crossed himself and stood up and was surprised to see his wife standing there.
He walked over to her and kissed her and gave her a hug.
"Sweetheart, this is a surprise. I thought you had gone to bed already." he said.
Mary shook her head.
"No. Joanna needed me. There's something that happened tonight." she said.
Carlos developed a worried look on his face.
"Is our daughter ill?" he asked concerned.
Mary smiled and shook her head.
"No, but her bleeding has begun. She's not barren, Carlos." she said.
Carlos looked surprised.
"Are you certain?" he asked.
Mary nodded.
"I saw it with my own eyes. Now, we can go ahead with the French alliance." she said.
Carlos shook his head.
"No, we can't. The Dauphin is betrothed to Queen Mary of Scotland. The betrothal was announced not too long." he said.
Mary signed.
"It shouldn't be a surprise. After my nephew's death, Mary of Scots became one of the most valuable brides in all of Christendom. We all know King Henri is an opportunistic snake and would snatch a woman up with a decent amount of status for his son." Mary said.
Carlos nodded his head.
"With France off the table, we could look at Holy Roman Empire or England or a domestic marriage here in Portugal." he said.
Mary shook her head.
"England won't happen either. My nephew is betrothed to Princess Elisabeth of France." she said.
Carlos sighed.
"We may have to accept the fact that she won't be a Queen. At least we can make her a Duchess or something higher." he said.
Mary nodded and hugged her husband.
Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door.
"Your Majesties, the Princess of Portugal has gone into labor!" a lady-in-waiting shouted.
Carlos and Mary broke their hug and left the room to welcome not only their grandchild, but the potential ruler of Portugal.
3 August 1558
Sintra Palace, Lisbon, Portugal
Outside Maria, Princess of Portugal's Bedchamber
Infante Duarte, Prince of Portugal had been pacing, praying and worrying many hours. His wife had been in labor for thirty-six hours and he was anxious. His parents were with him, equally worried. Queen Mary knew how this was, as her labor with her eldest child, Infanta Catarina, had also been long and difficult.
She stood up and walked over to her nineteen year old son.
"Sweetheart, Maria is strong. She and your child I'll pull through, just like I did with your elder sister. The Lord will deliver them both." she said.
Duarte looked at his mother.
"Mamae, it's been so long. The last time the midwife came out, there was so much blood. What could be happening? Why is she bleeding like that? How can she and the baby survive?" he asked, tears developing in his eyes.
Mary grabbed him.
"The midwife knows what she is doing, my son." she said.
Suddenly the door opened and the midwife came out, covered in more blood and looked at Queen Mary.
"Your Majesty, I am so sorry, but the Princess is begging for you." she said.
Mary nodded and walked into her daughter-in-law's room and was met with a chaotic scene. Her eighteen year old daughter-in-law was on her bed, screaming and struggling to bring her child into the world.
Mary walked over to her and grabbed her hand.
"Sweet Maria, hold on. You shall make it." she said.
Maria looked around and thought she knew how to help her unborn grandchild come into the world.
She looked at the midwife.
"Sit her up and get her over to the birthing stool. It'll help ease the child out." she said.
A few moments later, the Princess was on the birthing stool, crying saying that she was tired, but everyone urged her to keep pushing, so the progress would not be lost.
Finally, the midwife announced that the head was born. Maria began to cry.
"I cannot continue. Please let me sleep. I need to rest." she cried, as pain continued to rip through her body.
Mary took both of her hands in hers.
"Maria, you're nearly there. Bear down and push." she said
Maria summoned her last bit of energy and pushed as hard as she could. She's didn't stop pushing. She knew her child's life depended on her strength.
Finally, the baby slipped out of Maria and with a swift smack to it's backside, it let out a cry. Mary smiled at the birth of her new grandchild, but when she looked at the new mmmmm mother, she was panicked and told the midwife to summon Dr. Baquis.
Several hours had passed and Mary was back outside waiting with her husband and son. She had been rushed out of the room, as soon as her physician had arrived, due to Maria's heavy bleeding. Mary hadn't even had a chance to hold her grandchild, who's gender was still unknown.
Duarte was now sitting, with his rosary clasped in his hands. He looked very distressed and disheveled. He hadn't slept in two days and he refused to leave his wife's chambers.
He looked at his parents.
"What if she doesn't make it?" he asked.
Mary shook her head.
"Do not think like that. Maria is a strong woman. She and your child are fine." she said, praying that she was right.
Carlos nodded.
"Son, stay calm. We all are praying for them." he said.
The door finally opened and Dr. Baquis walked out, looking very exhausted.
The Royal Family stood up. Duarte walked closer to him.
"Are they alive?" he asked.
Dr. Baquis nodded.
"Yes. The Princess has given birth to a healthy daughter. The birth was complicated, because the Princess had a complication where the placenta was too far law and covered the opening to where the child needed to be born. The Princess lost quite a bit of blood, but I was able stop the bleeding. She'll need lots of rest, but she should recover." he said.
Duarte smiled. He was a father and Maria would survive. He could finally relax.
Mary and Carlos stood up.
"Is the child healthy?" Carlos asked.
Dr. Baquis nodded.
"Yes, she's healthy. There's no ill effect on her health from the birth." he said.
Mary smiled.
"Will the Princess be able to have more children?" she asked.
Dr. Baquis sighed.
"An Infante may be preferred, but another birth could be deadly for the Princess. Her body must heal. She still has many years to have more children. I must urge the Prince to be prudent and abstain from the marital bed." he said.
Duarte nodded.
"I'll do whatever it takes. How long do you suggest?" he asked.
Dr. Baquis looked at Duarte.
"I will examine the Princess in six months time. By then, we should have more of a definite conclusion." he said.
Duarte nodded in agreement. King Carlos walked closer.
"You shall be compensated from the Crown." he said.
Dr. Baquis nodded and walked back into the room to continue caring for Maria. The midwife walked out, carrying a bundle in her arms and smiled at Duarte.
"She's a beauty." she said, as she handed Duarte his daughter.
Duarte smiled at his sleeping child. Her hair was very light brown, with a hint of red in it.
He kissed her forehead.
"My beautiful girl. My little Joana." he said.
Mary smiled at her son.
"Joana? Is that her name?" she asked.
Duarte nodded.
"Yes. After the late Queen Juana. Maria and I said if the baby was a girl, we would name her after a great Queen." he said.
Mary looked at her granddaughter.
"It's perfect." she said.
10 August 1558
England
Edward, Prince of Wales, sat in his bedchambers reading a passage of scripture that had caught his attention during the last mass he had attended when there was a knock on his chamber door.
"Enter," he commanded.
The door swung open and his father's page walked in, carrying folded parchment. The man bowed, then handed the parchment to Edward. "A letter from France, your Grace," the page said. Edward thanked him, then waved him out. It was from his fiancée, Princess Elisabeth. He opened it.
My dear Edward,
I know it has been some time since I last wrote, but a lot of things have happened here since. Since the passing of your brother, William, it might interest you to know that his former fiancée, Mary, Queen of Scotland, has been betrothed once more. She is to marry my brother, Francis, in April. My parents announced their engagement at the celebrations for my sisters, Victoria and Joan, on their second birthday. I know I should be happy for my brother, but in truth, their engagement worries me.
I do not know anything about the Queen of Scotland. What if she is cruel to my brother? Rumors around French court say that her mother is deceitful and beguiling. What if her daughter is the same? Do send me word soon.
Yours, affectionately,
Elisabeth, Princess of France
Edward sat down and reread her letter. He wondered if his father knew about Queen Mary's betrothal to the Dauphin. He would have to make mention of it later, but for now he wanted to quell Elisabeth's fears as much as he possibly could. He took out some paper and began a reply.
Dearest Elisabeth,
I have received your letter concerning your brother's betrothal to the Queen of Scots. Although I have never formally met her Majesty, I can tell you what my late brother said about her. William always spoke of her with great admiration, saying that she seemed kind, and that he believed that she had a gentle spirit about her. He told me that she spoke often of her concern for her people, especially when they fell on hard times, and that she was sympathetic to him whenever he spoke of his troubles.
Unfortunately, our futures are all in God's hands, and only He can know what lies ahead for each of us. If it is truly His plan for France and Scotland to unite in this way, then trust that He knows what is best.
Yours always,
Edward, Prince of Wales
Edward reread what he had written, then folded the parchment. He addressed it to his fiancée, and he left the room, handing it to his page, who would give it to a messenger. Perhaps Elisabeth would be relieved at his words, but he could only hope that they would be of some comfort to her. Then, he made his way to his father's study to inform the King of England that the Queen of Scotland was betrothed again.
20 August 1558
France
Mary stepped off the boat that had been her home for the past several weeks and onto French soil for the first time in her young life, unaccustomed to being away from her grandmother's watchful gaze, much less away from her beloved Scotland. She breathed in the mixture of sea air and grass, and smiled, feeling completely free, and failed to notice the handsome young man starring at her from the railing of the dock.
As Mary looked at her new surroundings, she saw the beauty of France that her mother has told her about. The trees were lush and full of leaves. The sky was an amazing shade of blue, one that Mary was not certain she had ever seen before.
An older man approached her and bowed. "Your Majesty, I am Alexander McGrath, your Ambassador to the French Court. Welcome to France."
"Thank you, Lord McGrath," Mary replied and held out her hand for him to kiss her signet ring, which he promptly did. "Are the preparations for my arrival complete? I understand that I am going to be part of the French court but I do not want to inconvenience their Majesties with an unannounced arrival."
"All has been seen to, your Grace," McGrath stated. "The King and Queen of France know that you are arriving today and should be at the castle shortly."
"Very well," Mary said. "My trunks will be seen to, yes?"
"Yes, there is a cart waiting to take them to the castle."
Lord McGrath directed his attention away from his Queen and towards the young man on the docks, with Mary following his gaze. As their eyes meet, the two teenagers stare at one another as if the world had stopped at that very moment. McGrath, not knowing what to do, switched his gaze from one to the other, wondering what was possibly going on in their minds that it would make them both react this way. He thought nothing would shock Royals, but the fact that his Queen was as motionless as the Dauphin of France stunned him even more. After a few moments more, he decided to intervene.
"Your Highness, may I present her Majesty, Mary, Queen of Scotland," McGrath stated, honoring Mary first due to her higher rank. He glanced at his Queen, "Your majesty, this is Prince Francis, Dauphin of France. . . your betrothed."
Mary shook from her stupor and blinked a couple of times to regain her composure. It was him! It was the boy she had seen at the funeral of Queen Juana of Spain. After all this time, he had never really left her mind, but she never allowed herself to think of him for more than a few moments. However, now, he was real, he was here, and if her ambassador was to be believed, he was her fiancée. Prince Francis approached the young Queen and bowed, kissing her outstretched hand.
"Your Majesty," he said. "It is an honor to make your acquaintance."
Mary shook herself from the reality of what she was thinking and gave a small curtsey, then replied, "I am pleased to meet you as well, your Highness."
"I hope your journey here was a pleasant one," he said, half-asking.
"It was, thank you," responded Mary. "I enjoy the sea, but I must confess that I am grateful not to be confined to the ship any longer."
"I should say so. The porters will see to your belongings and bring them to the castle. My parents are eagerly awaiting your arrival, though it has my mother's nerves on edge, to be honest," Francis told her, smiling.
"Why is that?" Mary replied, "Does she think I will try to bite her or something?"
"No, it's not that," Francis laughed at her humorous remark. "She is still not prepared for the idea that her children must marry. She waited ten years after her marriage to my father for my birth, and I am afraid that letting me, or any of my siblings go, will take its toll on her."
"It's nice that you are so close to your mother. My grandmother, the late Dowager Queen, raised me and was my regent for most of my life, until her death eight months ago. I barely saw my mother until she died. Needless to say, they did not get along," Mary confided in her fiancée. She wished she could tell him what she was thinking; he should never stop smiling because it lit up the world when he did from her point of view.
"I met your mother when she was at court negotiating our marriage with my parents," Francis said. "Marie de Guise is a force I would prefer not to face, if it can be avoided."
Mary chuckled at this admission. She understood it all too well.
"Shall we go, your Majesty?" Francis continued.
"Certainly," Mary replied. "Lead the way."
Francis offered her his arm and led her to the carriage that waiting for them at the end of the docks. Mary noticed that it was surrounded by a company of sixteen guards and wondered if that was normal for French royalty or if they had ordered extra soldiers for her arrival to France.
"It will take us roughly three hours to get to the castle, your Majesty, so we can get to know each other better on the journey, if it pleases you," Francis said, helping her into the carriage.
"I would like that very much, your Highness."
As Mary stepped into the carriage, she glanced behind her and at the ship she was leaving behind. It finally sank in that she would more than likely never see Scotland again, though she would rule it from France. Her eyes fell on Francis, the young man who she would marry in eight months and decided that France might not be so bad after all.
