Chapter 38
Another Chapter for all of my beautiful followers! I hope you are all still enjoying the story, because we have such a long way to go. There will be very interesting things taking place in the next few chapters. As you all saw, there's a new Queen in town and wait until you guys see her reign. There will be very cool and beautiful things that take place. We will also see more of the Court of France, Naples and Sweden. From time to time, we will see the German Courts and eventually the Courts of Poland and Austria as well. I know it is a lot to keep up with, but all of these families will be tied in some shape or form. I hope you all message me, if you are having trouble keeping up. Please Read and Review and enjpy Chapter 38!
1 July 1554
Alcazar of Segovia
Castile, Spain
"Isabel, we have received news of your father. They have taken Navarre and the war is going well," Elizabeth, Princess of Asturias and Regent of Castile and Aragon said to her young daughter, as she twirled the little girl around in her arms. "Hopefully this means he will be coming home to us soon sweetheart."
Isabel looked at her mother as if the world had stopped. "Papa?" the young Infanta asked.
"Do you remember your father, darling?" Elizabeth asked as her little girl nodded. "He is the most handsome, intelligent, wonderful man in all of Christendom." Elizabeth missed her husband so much and it had been so long since either of them had seen Luis. "I wonder if he will still love me as he once did."
From behind her, a man's voice replied, "What's not to love, especially after the beautiful scene I just witnessed between my wife and daughter?"
Elizabeth stopped dead in her tracks. No, she had heard him, but he wasn't really there. She was imagining it. She had to be. Then the voice spoke again.
"What's the matter wife?" Luis asked, slowly coming up behind her and placing his hands on her shoulders.
Elizabeth trembled as his hands touched her. It felt real. She closed her eyes and turned, 'If this is a dream, don't ever let me wake,' she thought. With a deep breath, she opened her eyes and found herself staring into the face of the man she loved. Luis was indeed home.
Elizabeth squealed with delight, which brought her guards running into the room. "The Infanta is fine," Luis told them with a smile on his face. "She was just startled at my unannounced visit." The guards sighed and left.
Luis pulled her to him and hugged her, crushing their daughter between them. He only let go when a muffled voice whimpered something that he could not make out. He looked down in his wife's arms at their daughter and took the child from her. "My Isabel."
"Papa?" She questioned in her little voice, uncertain of who he was. This saddened Luis. He had been gone so long his own child didn't know for certain that he was her father. He hugged the little girl closely and replied, "Yes, my darling girl, your papa is home." Isabel smiled and tickled his cheeks with her fingers, then laid her head on his chest.
"Is the war . . . are you home to stay?" Elizabeth questioned as he held their daughter.
"No, unfortunately, the French are still as determined as ever to win this war. However, I do bring you greetings and new from our Queen," Luis replied. "Sancha, take Isabel to the nursery for a time."
Isabel looked at her father with fear. "Don't worry little one," Luis said, calming her. "Your mother and I will both have dinner with you tonight. Would you like that?"
The little girl's face glowed and she nodded, then allowed Sancha to take her from her father's arms and out of the room after kissing his cheek.
Luis looked at his wife, unsure of how she would take his news. She was as beautiful as ever, despite their time apart. He kissed her nose first, then her cheek, before kissing her on her lips. Elizabeth melted in his arms and he held her tightly for a few moments.
"Come, wife, we have much to discuss." Elizabeth looked at her husband in confusion. All she wanted right now was to take him to her bed and show him how much she had truly missed him. She began to object and looked at the bed. Luis picked up on what she wanted, and he wanted it too, but first, business had to be settled. "Oh, don't you worry about that. I have no intention of leaving you tonight, wife."
Elizabeth nodded and allowed him to lead her to the chairs near her windows, where they sat.
"What's this business you spoke of then," she said after staring at him for a few moments.
He handed her the letter from Queen Juana and sat back as she opened it. Elizabeth began to read.
To her most serene highness, Regent of Castile and Aragon, the Infanta Elizabeth, Princess of Asturias,
Dearest Great-granddaughter,
I hope this letter finds you in good health and high spirits. The war is going well for us. Navarre has surrendered without much bloodshed during these latest battles. Luis, your husband, is fine and misses you greatly, as do I.
With the surrender of Navarre, comes the appointment of a new monarch for their empty throne. The former King of this realm has demanded that the new monarch be a Queen, not a King, as the people expected his daughter to inherit the throne and he wishes to shake their future as little as possible. After much deliberation of the women capable of such a role, our decision, including the opinion of the former King of Navarre, is that you are to be their next Queen regent. Luis, will become your Consort here, and for the time, Isabel will be the heir to the throne as Princess of Viana, until what time, you deliver a son.
Your immediate presence is required, as we have a coronation to plan, as well as a new government to set up and put into place. Elizabeth, I am certain this is not the future you expected when you married my great-grandson, but you are the daughter of my beloved sister, the late Queen Katherine of England, and the granddaughter of the great Catholic monarchs. It is your destiny, your birthright, and your duty. Be strong and bear this with all the grace I know you possess.
With much affection and love,
Juana, Queen of Castile and Aragon
Elizabeth dropped the letter as she finished it. She stood and began pacing the room, as she had often done when decisions were waiting her judgement. 'Me? Queen? In my own right?' she thought. 'Was this what my mother had been talking about?' She remembered the dream, or visit, whichever it had been, from her mother, Queen Katherine.
"Elizabeth," Luis said, bringing her back from her thoughts, "talk to me sweetheart."
"I don't know what to say, Luis," Elizabeth replied honestly. "I was raised to be the Queen of a nation, that's true, but it was as a Consort to a King, not in my own right. I have no idea how to lead a country, much less set up a new government."
"Darling, no one else could do it as well as you could. You are the most intelligent woman I know, and that includes my great-grandmother," Luis said as he wrapped her up in his arms. "You CAN do this. I know you can. You have been ruling Castile and Aragon in my great-grandmother's stead since this blasted war began. You have done it well. There is no reason you won't do the same in Navarre, as their new Queen."
"But," Elizabeth began to voice her objections again, her thoughts travelling a mile a minute. Luis looked at his wife and realized that she needed time. He let her go for a moment and went to lock the doors to their chambers, after speaking to the guards in a low tone.
When he returned, he found Elizabeth sitting on the floor by their bed, deep in thought. He sat down beside her and put his arm around her. "What if I can't do it? What if they put their faith in me and I let them down? What if. . ." Luis put his finger over her lips to silence her, and then he pulled her to him and kissed her passionately. She leaned into his kiss and found herself forgetting everything but her husband. He picked her up and laid her on their bed, continuing to kiss her. His hands trailed down to the front of her dress and he began to unlace her bodice. "Luis," she started to object, but quickly forgot those objections when he slipped his hands under her skirts. She moaned in delight at his touch, and Luis smiled. He knew her, his wife. He knew how to make her forget all of her worries with just one touch.
Within minutes he had them both undressed, and had managed to do so without ever ceasing to touch her completely. He continued to explore her body with his hands at first, then with his lips. How he had missed her. She moaned in pleasure as he kissed her most sensitive areas, and then proceeded to kiss her breasts before reaching her mouth once more. She tugged on his bottom lip with hers and he entered her, making love to his wife for the first time in so long. It felt like their wedding night all over again, and the two stayed in their bed until time for dinner with their daughter. As they dressed, he looked at Elizabeth softly and said, "You CAN do this." She turned to him and smiled.
July 2, 1554
Royal Palace of Evora, Evora, Portugal
Queen Maria of Portugal's Bedcamber
Mary was sitting by her window, enjoying the nice summer breeze. She was working on her needlework and more clothes for the poor. She enjoyed these domestic duties of her title as Queen. She looked at her ladies and smiled to see them enjoying their needlework as well. She looked up at her guard an her nephew by marriage, Martim Guerra.
Mary smiled at the young man.
"Lord Martim, are you quite well?" she asked.
Martim nodded.
"I am well. I received a letter from my sister in Spain. It seems that she is expecting her very first child." he said.
Mary smiled.
"That is wonderful news. I am sure your mother is pleased. Another grandchild for her. I will make sure that we say prayers for Lady Sancha and I will make her some baby clothes myself." she said.
Suddenly, one of the maids walked in.
"Excuse me, Your Majesty. But, I have a message for Lord Guerra." she said.
Mary nodded her head and Martim took the letter, opened it and began to read it:
My dearest older brother,
I hope this letter finds you in good health and good standing. Oh, how I miss you and my sisters and brothers. I am enjoying Tuscany. My husband, the Grand Duke, sends his love. However, my letter must bring sorrowful news.
It is my displeasure to tell you that the beloved Theresa, my dear friend and Lady and your betrothed, has tragically died from illness. I am deeply sorry to have to share this unfortunate news. You know that my love for you is deep and to cause you this pain hurts me as well. I wish that I could hug you, the way mother had to hug us all, when Father left us and was lost at sea. I promise that the Lord God will bless you with another woman to wed.
Theresa quietly passed on the 13th day of June, safe in her mother's arms. The fever raged her poor body off and on fro months. She left this world in peace and surrounded by love. I personally paid for her grand funeral. She is buried here in Florence. I have enclosed some of Theresa's jewels and the cross she clutched, as her soul went to join our Heavenly Father.
I pray that I see you again, dearest brother. Please give my love to our dear mother. I miss her dearly and I pray she can comfort you, since I am unable to.
Stay strong, dear brother. She loved you dearly.
Your loving sister,
Rosaria, Grand Duchess of Tuscany.
By the time that Martim was at the end of his sister's letter, he had tears glistening in his eyes. As a soldier, he didn't want to cry in front of women, so he balled up his letter and threw it on the ground and left for the Royal Chapel.
After running to the Chapel, Martim collapsed in front of a Cross and began to cry, hysterically. He looked up at the Cross.
"WHY GOD?! HAVE I DISPLEASED YOU SO MUCH THAT YOU FORSAKE ME TO LIVE AND DIE ALONE?!" he cried, as he laid on the floor and cried.
Martim was so distracted, he didn't hear the footsteps behind him. Suddenly, he felt soft hands upon his back, rubbing him soothingly. He looked up and came face toface with Queen Mary.
He tried to wipe his eyes.
"I am sorry, Your Majesty. I make a fool of myself." he said.
Mary shook her head.
"You are a man who has loved and lost. You are sorrowful and that is expected, but do not curse God or his will. Let him heal you. Keep Lady Theresa in your heart and one day you will be reunited with her. But until then, you must live. You must live the life God has for you. You are excused for however long you need. I will be with the King." she said.
Martim nodded, as Mary walked out of the chapel. He looked back toward the Cross.
"My God, forgive me. Embrace my beloved Theresa in your loving arms. I will rejoin her. I will always be your faithful servant, but I will never marry. I will dedicate my life to the Queens of Portugal." he said.
4 July 1554
Alcazar of Segovia, Castile, Spain
The soldiers stood impatiently by their horses, armed, and ready to carry out their mission. Their beloved Princess of Asturias was to be Queen of Navarre, now that the rebel King had surrendered and was dead. They had been given the task of escorting her from her current home in Castile to her new home, along with her daughter, the Infanta Isabel, and her entourage of ladies and some personal items. They would not let the Prince of Asturias down, nor Queen Juana, who had both commanded the escort.
Lord Alexandre Dumane, soon to be the Duke of Lautrec in Navarre, led the procession. Of all of the soldiers, he was probably the least experienced with this type of escort duty. He was eighteen years old and had been a soldier since he was sixteen. He had survived several battles, including one scouting mission where he was almost caught, but managed to evade his would-be captors because he was able to scale a wall, where they had to venture around it. He blamed his success and the little fame he had on good luck and his wits, both of which he valued. His current appointment as Duke of Lautrec was not something he had expected, but welcomed it just the same. He would be a wealthy man, and from what he understood, the position came with a seventeen-year-old noble bride, though he had not been told anything about the lady in question. Being the friend of the Prince of Asturias definitely had its perks, though he liked Luis regardless of what the friendship offered him personally.
He and Luis had much in common. Both young men had lost their father's early in life, Luis to death and Alexandre to whatever frivolity his had found that suited him better than a family, and both were raised with only sisters as companions. After meeting the other in a sparring competition when they were youngsters, the boys became fast friends, and since then, had been nearly inseparable, until Luis married Elizabeth and their daughter was born. However, old friendships were to be reunited on the battlefield against France. Luis could not imagine having anyone else guard his wife and daughter on this trip to Navarre, and now, he was going to get to honor that friendship with making his companion a Duke.
Luis watched as his wife's ladies piled out of the palace carrying a number of items. The soldiers quickly helped them into their assigned carriages, and then he watched as Elizabeth came out holding their daughter's hand. She turned back to the palace that had been her home for the past several years with a look that was sad, as if she'd never see it again. He approached her from behind and put his hands on her shoulders.
"We will be back darling," he said.
"Oh, I know. I was just remembering the first time I saw it as a child, when I came here with my mother. It looked so grand and huge. I remember being intimidated by it at first, but I grew to love it, as I have grown to love you," she replied with a single tear falling from her eye.
Her memory was interrupted by a woman running from the palace towards them. "Elizabeth!" the woman exclaimed, "I didn't want you to leave without saying goodbye."
Elizabeth smiled as they embraced. "Lilianna, oh how I will miss you."
Luis smiled at his Aunt. She was a beautiful young woman who had a gentle spirit and had made Elizabeth feel less lonely in his time away. He couldn't help but be grateful that Lilianna had been here for his wife, though it did make him sad that she was not yet married with children of her own to love. He made a mental note to talk to his grandfather about Lilianna once Elizabeth's coronation was over and they were settled in Navarre.
Luis hugged his Aunt, and then turned to his wife. "It's time to go sweetheart."
Elizabeth nodded and hugged Lilianna again. Her husband carried their daughter to the carriage and then took her hand to help her inside. With one final glance, Elizabeth stepped inside the carriage and took her seat. Her life, as she has known it, was about to change. She was leaving this palace as a Princess, but would enter the palace of Navarre as a Queen. Once the soldiers had mounted their horses, the carriage jerked forward gently taking her away from Castile and towards her new destiny.
July 5, 1554
Stockholm Palace, Stockholm, Sweden
Princess Matilda of Sweden's Bedchamber
Matilda was sitting on her bed, wearing an all black dress. She was mourning the loss of her daughter. She had been sad for sometime. She still performed her duties as Princess of Sweden and recently came back from a trip with Eric to preside over an event. She was still very upset with Eric over his refusal to accept her dismissal of his mistress.
The door opened and one of her maids walked in.
"Excuse me, Princess, but the Prince is here to see you." she said.
Matilda nodded her head.
"Send him in." she said.
Eric walked in. He looked at his wife and was filled with sorrow. He had grown fond of Matilda and it did hurt him to see her in such a state.
He kissed her cheek.
"How are you, darling?" he asked.
Matilda looked up at him.
"I am alive. Unfortunately, I cannot say the same for our poor daughter. What prompted your unexpected visit?" she asked.
Eric cleared his throat.
"Will you be attending the Banquet tonight?" he asked.
Matilda shook her head.
"No, I am in mourning for our daughter. Why do you ask?" she asked.
Eric sighed.
'Well, I guess I should tell you since you will not be present. My stepmother, the Queen, is expecting her first child with my Father." he said.
Matilda nodded her head. The new Queen Consort of Sweden, Catherine Stenbock, was King Gustav's fourth wife and was thirty-nine years his junior and the niece of his third wife, but she seemed to be fond of the elderly King and was nice to all of his children. Matilda felt happy that the young Queen, who was a few months younger than her, was going to become a mother.
"I am happy for her. I hope the Lord blesses them with a healthy child." she said.
Eric nodded his head. He walked up to Matilda and kissed her on her cheek. Matilda felt herself melt and she moved her face, so that Eric was kissing her lips. She started to run her hands through his reddish-blonde hair.
Eric broke the kiss and looked at her.
"She means nothing to me. My home is here. No other woman will ever take your place. I am so sorry about our baby. I'll remove Agda from your household immediately.' he said.
Matilda smiled and kissed him passionately. Eric began to untie her dress and slid it down, exposing her breasts, to which Eric began to kiss softly, earning him a soft moan from Matilda.
She looked at him, with desire in her eyes.
"Take me to bed." she said.
Eric smiled and kissed her and lowered her on the bed and the two made love for the first time in months.
July 7, 1554
Edinburgh Castle, Edinburgh, Scotland
Dowager Queen Margaret of Scotland's Bedchamber
Margaret was sitting with her granddaughters, Queen Mary and Lady Madeline Tudor nèe Stuart, sewing prayer cloths for the local parishes. Margaret loved all of her grandchildren, but these two girls had a special place in her heart, because they reminded her so much of her Tudor Family. Madeline was even married to Lord George Tudor of Somerset, the eldest son of her youngest brother, Prince Edmund, Duke of Somerset and his first wife, the late Lady Anne Boleyn and she was also expecting get third child with George any day now.
Mary groaned.
"Grandmother, I hate sewing. Can we practice dancing again?" she asked.
Lady Madeline smiled at her younger cousin and Queen. She rested her hand on her large stomach.
"It is essential, dear cousin. Remember, you will be married and a mother one day." she said.
Mary blushed. She sometimes forgot that in the coming years, she would marry Prince William of England and would bear his children. From what she heard he was extremely handsome and she couldn't help but get excited at her marriage to him someday.
Margaret nodded her head.
"She's right. My mother taught me how to sew and embroider. It's a great talent to have. Mary, you must remember that a true successful Queen is a mother. You can have battles won in your name, songs written about you and even be a patron of the arts, but what Scotland really want from their Queen is succession security. When you become a mother, you must be a good one. Your children are your legacy." she said, as she caressed Mary's young face.
Suddenly, Madeline grabbed her stomach and leaned forward in pain. Her ladies and Margaret rushed to her side.
Madeline waved them off.
"There's no need fear. My time has come. Ladies, help me to my room, alert my father and husband and fetch a midwife.' she said, as she was helped up by her maids.
Margaret looked at Mary.
"Granddaughter, your lessons will continue at another time. I am going with your cousin. I want you to recite your Latin, in my absence." she said.
Mary nodded her head and picked up her book and began to read her lesson.
-Several hours later-
Mary had fallen asleep, reciting her lessons. She had been up most of the night and was very tired. She was worried about her cousin, Madeline. She had never seen a woman suffer the pains of childbirth and she was scared about her future when it came to bearing children, since she knew women cold die, like her aunt, Queen Christianna of Sweden.
Suddenly, she felt soft but firm hands on her shoulder. She awoke to find herself face to face with her grandmother Margaret.
Mary began to get scared.
"Grandmother, I am so sorry. I promise that I was reading my lessons. I was just so tired." she said.
Margaret rubbed her head.
"It is no worry, darling. I want you to get ready for bed." she said.
Mary nodded.
"What about Madeline? Is she alright?" she asked.
Margaret smiled.
"Your cousin gave birth to a beautiful baby girl one hour ago. She and George have decided to name her Emily. She is a true beauty." she said.
Mary smiled. She was happy that her cousin had another daughter.
July 10, 1554
Royal Palace of Evora, Evora, Portugal
The Royal Gardens
Queen Mary was playing with her new puppy named Beatriz and watching her children enjoy the beautiful weather. Mary was enjoying her day with her children. Her children were all happy and healthy, even little Cristina, who was prone to fevers. Mary smiled, although she greatly missed her eldest daughter, she only could hope that Catarina was happy.
She looked over to her beloved guard and nephew, Martim Guerra. He was dressed in all black, but was still willing to protect his Queen, despite the grief that was in his heart.
Mary felt sorry for the young man. She wished she could help him feel better, but she knew that only time and prayer would help him.
Suddenly, Mary saw her husband, the King, walking very fast towards her. She didn't know what to think.
Carlos walked up to Mary and kissed her.
"Sweetheart, I was looking all over for you. I have a message from our aunt, the Queen of Spain." he said.
Mary nodded. Portugal and Spain were on good terms, even during the war with France. She wondered what her aunt had to say.
"What does she say?" she asked.
Carlos held out a letter.
"It seems Navarre has surrendered. The pretender King Henry was executed at the end of last month and the former Queen was exiled to France, her country of birth." he said.
Mary had a look of disbelief on her face.
"What about their daughter, Princess Jeanne?" she asked.
Carlos shook his head.
"It is Lady Jeanne now, sweetheart. And she is under the protection of the Spanish Crown. I am guessing that Queen Juana wants to keep an eye on her, so that there is no rebellion against the new Queen." he said.
Mary looked at her husband, in confusion.
"Queen? Who is the new Queen?" she asked.
Carlos smiled.
"Your sister, Elizabeth." he said.
Mary looked surprised.
"My sister is going to be the Queen of Navarre?" she asked.
Carlos nodded his head.
"Yes she is. Her children will unite Navarre to Spain permanently and France wont have a chance to get it. Your sister will be Queen of an Empire, just like you. Her coronation is due to take place at the end of this month and Queen Juana has invited us to attend, but I can't. I have duties here to attend to and Duarte is too young to take on a regency. So, I am sending you to represent Portugal on your own. Also, I know how much you miss Catarina." he said.
Mary smiled.
"I will definitely go and I will make sure that I give her a kiss from everyone here at home." she said, with a smile.
Carlos smiled. He knew that this would make his wife happy and he was glad that it did.
12 July 1554
Pamplona, Navarre
Nothing was in place yet. Navarre had only formally surrendered two weeks ago, so there were no heralds or trumpeters, other than the ones she had brought from Castile with her. Luckily, when the carriage arrived, she was staring out the windows of the former war room of Navarre and saw who had come. Now, real preparations could begin. Elizabeth, Princess of Asturias and Queen of Navarre had arrived at last. Queen Juana of Castile and Aragon went out to the courtyard to meet her and her party.
Little had been done to put anything into place, which was not the typical actions of the aged Queen. However, this was not to be her court or her council. It was Elizabeth's by agreement in the unconditional surrender, and by birthright, as the granddaughter of the late King Ferdinand II of Aragon and Castile. Queen Juana was here to instruct and advise Elizabeth until her coronation, not to take control and it was something that the older woman had to remind herself of daily to keep from putting things into their proper place. Now that Elizabeth was finally here, that planning could begin, and people could be hired to do what needed doing.
Luis dismounted his horse and bowed to his great-grandmother. His companion, a young man that Juana was not familiar with, did the same. Both went to the carriage that held Queen Elizabeth and her daughter, the Infanta Isabel, who would be invested as Princess of Viana after the coronation of her mother as Queen. Elizabeth stepped out of the carriage, holding her husband's hand, with grace and dignity, befitting a young Queen. She looked up at the palace and just smiled. Juana wondered what was going through her head at that moment. Finally, after a few moments, she noticed the older Queen standing in the entry way of the place she would call home.
Elizabeth curtsied to Juana first, as was fitting, but she was no longer doing it because Juana was a Queen and Elizabeth was a Princess. Now, they were equals in every way, other than age, so it was that form of respect that was being addressed. Juana also noted that Elizabeth did not wait for the typical invitation to rise. The young woman knew formal court mannerisms. As a Queen equal in status to Juana, she did not have to wait to be told to rise; she could simply do it. Juana was pleased. Her late sister had taught the girl well in all manners of court life, not just the ones Elizabeth was to marry into when she left England.
"Elizabeth," Juana smiled as she greeted the younger Queen, "come my child. I know you are tired from your travels, but we have much work to do to get this court in proper order before your coronation. I will have our lunch served in the former war room of this palace and we will begin." Elizabeth, who was definitely overwhelmed already, sighed under her breath and followed her Aunt Juana into the palace, leaving her husband with their daughter and the rest of their party.
As they sat down at the long table, Elizabeth noticed that Juana was sitting beside her and that she was at the head of the table. Elizabeth hadn't known what to expect when she arrived here, but it was not Queen Juana deferring to her in any matter. Before saying anything else, Juana waved to one of the guards at the door and then gave the man a list of instructions, including fetching their lunch from the kitchens. Then she turned to Elizabeth.
"I have taken the liberty of setting up a temporary staff for you here until you can decide on one for yourself, Your Majesty," Queen Juana said. "We had to have some staff in order to function until your arrival."
"Of course," Elizabeth said. She was grateful that the older Queen had done so. She had never imagined herself setting up a royal court, not even as a child, so this was a daunting task that she knew had to happen, but right now, she did not know where to begin.
"Are you alright, my dear?" Juana asked, noting the look of dismay on Elizabeth's face.
"Yes, Aunt Juana, I am simply overwhelmed with this entire situation. Never in my life did I dream of being a reigning Queen or setting up a royal court, so I am not quite sure where to begin with this," Elizabeth admitted.
"It is always best to start at the beginning, according to my mother, so at the beginning we will start," Juana said. "What title would you like to give to your husband? Shall he be King Consort, or Prince Consort, or some other title that you would like to make up? Those are your choices."
Elizabeth thought for a moment before giving her answer. "King Consort will do for now," she said, trying to will authority into her voice. "I can always change that later, if I so decide."
Queen Juana nodded and wrote that down. "There, you see," she said, "it's not so hard. You just made your first decision as Navarre's reigning Queen. Not so bad?"
Elizabeth giggled a little and shook her head, "Not so bad." She knew her Aunt was trying to put her more at ease with her current situation.
Their lunch arrived along with Elizabeth's cousin and grandfather-in-law, Charles, Holy Roman Emperor; her other cousin, Infante Ferdinand, Archduke of Austria, and a few members of Juana's council who would act as her council until she had chosen one for herself among the nobles of Navarre. Juana had already given them instructions that they were to ask questions and advise Elizabeth, but not pressure her. This government and her court and council were to be her discretion, not anyone else's.
They worked until dinner, Juana making notes and acting as a secretary, which made Elizabeth note that she needed to choose people to fill that role. Juana smiled as she mentioned that position and realized that Elizabeth had indeed been the right choice. The younger woman was already thinking like a Queen, rather than an uneducated princess. When the chamberlain Juana had temporarily appointed announced that dinner was being served in the formal dining room, Elizabeth took control and adjourned the meeting until the following day, stating that after dinner, she wanted to tour the palace that was to be her home and spend time with her daughter. No one objected, despite the work left to do on the government. Elizabeth was already respected as Queen of Navarre and Juana knew she would be obeyed.
July 13, 1554
La Mota Palace, Valladolid, Castile, Spain
Princess Isabella, Dowager Marquessa de Moya's Bedchamber
Isabella sat on her bed, still in her mourning clothes. She was still very upset by her husband's death, even though it was now almost a year since his death. She could barely function without him. She greatly missed him.
Suddenly, one of her maids walked in.
"My Lady, a letter from your sister, The Princess of Asturias." she said.
Isabella looked up and took the letter and began to read it:
My dear sister,
My heart is sad about the death of your dear husband. Never have I met such an honorable man and I will always be eternally grateful for your happiness these last few years, due to his kindness. You are dear in my heart, as my husband fought valiantly by your husband. However, I am writing to you on another matter that I have hared that troubles me.
I have learned from the Duke of Coimbra is that you refused to hand over your daughter to the care of our sister, the Queen of Portugal, until her wedding day. I must remind you, dear sister, that you have no close allies. You are indifferent to our sister and our brother doesn't inquire about you. I love you dearly, but due to your outbursts in the past and your disregard of the contract that ended civil war in Portugal, I must warn you to apologize to the Duke or your children will be removed from your care and placed elsewhere. I am doing all I can for you to keep your children, but now with my elevation as the Queen of Navarre, I cannot let your transgressions put my daughter's future at stake.
You must control yourself, sister. You cannot keep attacking people and saying vile things to them. The Duke of Coimbra is a well-respected gentleman in the Court of Portugal. One day, he will answer your daughter. As royal women, we must make the same sacrifice as our beloved mother and our grandmothers did before us: Our daughters will eventually leave us and make their homes in foreign courts.
I will reason with Queen Juana and King Carlos. Maybe you can release you daughter, Lady Maria, once she is fifteen years old, instead of now. She was raised here in Spain and residing in Portugal in the household of our sister, before she married the Prince of Portugal. You cannot cling to Maria forever. If your bad behavior continues, Queen Juana will remove your children and you will reside in the Convent of Santa Clara for the rest of your days. Please do not make her do that. Your children should not see you as a prisoner.
I beseech you, dear sister, to comply with everything that has been asked of you. Act properly that is expected of a woman of your breeding. Control yourself, Isabella. You must return to your normal self or all will be lost to you.
Your sister and closest ally,
Elizabeth
Isabella cried, but she knew Elizabeth was right. It hurt to think about her angels being taken from her eyes, but it was hard to control the rage she always felt inside her. She didn't know where it cam from, but it was hard to control, but she had to try for her children.
Isabella put on a fresh black dress and put her hair up in an elegant bun and sat at her desk, writing a letter to the Duke of Coimbra, writing a formal apology.
My Lord Coimbra,
I hope this letter finds you in perfect health. I am writing to you to offer my most humblest and deepest apologies for the insult that you felt at my behalf. I admit that my behavior towards you was rather atrocious and absurd. I am a stricken with grief after the death of my husband and I am now a widow with four children to worry about. I meant no insult to your person, especially since you are the husband of my cousin. I am deeply sorry over the offense that you have taken. I have lived a life that most women would not want to bear. I have buried four husbands and several children. The four children I have are more precious than to me than the jewels in my possession. I have been Queen of Portugal twice and now that destiny falls on my daughter's shoulders. I pray that when you are ready to return to my home, you may escort my dear Maria back to Portugal under the care and tutelage of my sister, The Queen.
May God Bless you and Keep you,
Isabella, Dowager Marquessa de Moya
Isabella wrapped up the letter and stamped it. She walked out of her room and handed the letter to one of her page boys.
"Please see that the Duke OF Coimbra receives this with haste." she said.
Royal Palace of Caserta, Naples, Italy
Queen Adriana of Naples' Bedchamber
Queen Adriana was saying her prayers. She had not heard much from her beloved Spain or the battle that her father, grandmother and only surviving brother was involved in. Now that she was the eldest surviving child of the Holy Roman Emperor, she wanted to make sure that everyone in her family was safe.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door.
Adriana looked up.
'Please come in." she said.
Dowager Queen Catherine walked in and smiled at her niece and daughter-in-law.
"Your Majesty." she bowed.
Adriana smiled.
'What can I do for you, Mother Catherine?" she asked.
Dowager Queen Catherine smiled.
"Your father, my brother, has written. Navarre has surrendered." she said.
Adriana made the sign of the Cross.
'What of my younger brother? I last heard that he was injured." she said.
Catherine smiled.
"He is on the mend. He will live. His new Portuguese bride is caring for him." she said.
Adriana smiled.
"Good. I am most relieved. Is the war over? Can we finally give peace to our people and not have to worry about a French invasion?" she asked?
Dowager Queen Catherine shook her head.
"No. Spain and France still fight on, but losing Navarre is a major loss to France." she said.
Suddenly, King Alfonso walked in.
"That it is, Mother. Spain still protects us. Mother, will you leave me alone with my wife?" he asked.
Dowager Queen Catherine left the room.
Alfonso kissed Adriana passionately.
"I haven't seen you all day, sweetheart. Where have you been?" he asked.
Adriana sighed.
"Praying, sewing and dealing with the children. Have you settled on marriages for our other children?" she asked.
Alfonso took a seat.
"Well, not at the moment. Today I was discussing a marriage opportunity for my sister, Princess Giovanna." he said.
Adriana was shocked. Her sister-in-law was twenty-nine years old and had been a widow for nearly a year. In her eight years of marriage, she had never conceived a child. It was wifely believed that the pious, generous Italian Princess was barren.
"Sweetheart, Giovanna is so content here with us and your mother. Do you really want to humiliate her once more. She never had children." she said.
Alfonso shook his head.
"I do not believe it was her fault. Look at my sister, Beatrice, Princess of Andorra. She had four children and can still produce more. Our mother had nine children and five of us made it to adulthood. I know Giovanna can bear children." he said.
Adriana looked at her husband. She loved him dearly and never wanted to argue with him. Alfonso had always been a good husband to her and was never unfaithful.
Adriana kissed him.
"Sweetheart, you are the King. I will support you anything. I only want what's best for our children as well." she said.
Alfonso grinned mischievously.
"If we are blessed, there will be more babes to fill our nursery." he said, with a smirk.
Adriana smiled.
"Alfonso, you know our physicians said to wait until Isabella was older before we had more children. We have been extremely careful and have had to ask God for forgiveness for the precautions we have taken." she said.
During the birth of their youngest child, Princess Isabella, Adriana had been in labor for a very long time and due to the severe birth, was advised to not bear anymore children for a few years.
Alfonso grinned.
"Isabella is already two years old. Maybe it is time to refill our nursery." he said.
Adriana sighed.
"If it is God's will." she said.
The Border Between France and Navarre
Infante Juan, Duke of Franco's Tent
Catarina was pouring Juan a goblet of wine diluted with pure water. She was also not feeling very well herself. Her pregnancy symptoms were hitting her hard and she found herself having dizzy spells and feeling the need to become sick to her stomach. Despite her pregnancy, she was still nursing her husband. She was also very upset. She couldn't believe that Juan had been unfaithful to her, especially after he told her that he was falling in love with her.
Juan sat up in bed, as Catarina helped him drink.
He took a few sips and smiled at Catarina.
"Thank you." he said.
Catarina nodded her head and was about to leave, before Juan grabbed her hand.
"Sweetheart, shouldn't we talk about this?" he asked.
Catarina frowned.
"There is nothing to talk about, Husband. You have a right and you used it. I must shut my eyes and endure." she said.
Juan shook his head.
"It isn't like that. She meant nothing to me at all. She was just a whore who..."
Catarina glared at him.
"Who provided you pleasure when I couldn't." she said.
Juan sighed.
"Will you ever forgive me?" he asked.
Catarina sighed. She couldn't deny that she loved Juan, but she felt so disrespected by him. She knew she had to reconcile with him at some point. If not for her, she had to for the sake of her unborn child. She and her brother and sisters grew up under a loving mother and doting father. She wanted the same thing for her children. However, she was too angry.
"You are getting well. I will depart soon. They will be moving you to the Palace very soon, now that the pretender King surrendered. When you are settled and my aunt Elizabeth is crowned as Queen, I will return to Sada Palace." she said, as she walked outside.
Juan laid back on his bed, tears forming in his eyes. He had a good wife and he hoped he had not condemned himself to a life of unhappiness.
19 July 1554
London, England
Lady Margaret Brandon stood in front of the mirror in the Queen's chambers at Hampton Court, admiring her wedding dress. In less than two hours she would be the Countess of Stafford and the wife of the newly created Lord John Marlowe, Count of Stafford. Since he asked the King for her hand, the two had been spending a lot of time together, getting to know one another, and she couldn't help but admit to herself, at least, that she was falling for him. She could only hope that he felt the same about her.
Queen Anna entered the room with a smile on her face. It was no secret that the Queen was overjoyed that her cousin by marriage was marrying the man who saved her life. But there was more to the story than just her happiness. The Queen was one of the few people Margaret had confided in that she might be falling in love with the Count of Stafford, so naturally the Queen was pleased that a true love match may be in the works. It was never assured when a couple married that they would end up liking each other, much less loving each other, but her husband, King Henry IX of England, had changed the laws so that women could refuse arranged marriages if they were of age at the time of the marriage, and if they were no more than tenth in line for the succession to the crown. Anna was content at the idea of seeing Lady Margaret married and wished her cousin every happiness, as she had found in her marriage to Harry.
"Are you ready, Lady Margaret," the Queen asked, seeing her cousin smiling in the mirror.
"Almost Your Majesty," Lady Margaret replied.
"Oh no, this will never do," a man's voice said from the curtained sitting room. Both women looked up, startled at the sound, to see Lord Charles Brandon, Duke of Suffolk, standing near the doorway.
"Charles!" Lady Margaret exclaimed at the sight of her brother. "I didn't think you would be able to attend the wedding today? You'd said that your duties were taking you out of the country."
"Things changed and there is nowhere else I would rather be, dear sister," he said. "Besides, I couldn't let you marry without giving you these." He held out a wooden box for his sister to take.
Tears swelled in her eyes when she opened the box and saw its contents. The ruby necklace, bracelet, and earrings that were inside belonged to her mother, the Dowager Queen of France, Elizabeth Tudor, Duchess of Suffolk. After her death, they had been handed to the crown of England as property of the state, and Margaret believed she would never see them again, unless they were adorning the neck of a future Queen.
"Charles. . . how did you . . ." Margaret sat on Queen Anna's bed with the box in her hands, trying desperately not to cry.
"I explained to Harry what had happened, and that Lady Catherine had been given mother's peridots on her wedding day," Charles sat next to his sister and took her hand. He was the spitting image of their father at that age, no one could deny that, and at times like these, their father's gentle nature was evident as well. "He asked me to describe the jewels and said he would do his best to find them. They were located just hours ago. They are yours and your heirs to keep, by order of the crown, as a wedding gift."
"Oh Charles," Margaret said. "Thank you." She squeezed her brother's hand.
"You're welcome."
"Help me put them on?"
"Of course!" Charles exclaimed.
Once the jewels were properly situated, Margaret looked at herself in the mirror once again and smiled. She knew her mother was there in spirit, but wearing her rubies made it feel more like her mother was watching.
"Ready, sister?" Charles asked.
Margaret simply nodded and took her brother's arm. In an hour or so, she would no longer be Lady Margaret Brandon, but Lady Margaret Marlowe, Countess of Stafford.
(LATER THAT AFTERNOON)
Lord John Marlowe, Earl of Stafford, stood at the altar looking at his bride, Lady Margaret Brandon and still could not believe the good fortune that had fallen upon him over the course of the past year. Though unfortunate circumstances of the Queen being injured at the church is what started it all, their Queen was in good health and he had been made an Earl by the King for saving her from being crushed by a falling statue. He had been pleased to be of service to the crown, and in his humble nature, did not imagine being rewarded for his heroism, other than perhaps, a simple thank you from the King and Queen. However, the events of the past year had led him to today.
He was standing before the assembled company and his new bride as an Earl of England. He had a fine home, and his request to marry the beautiful Lady Margaret had been granted by his King, as well as the Lady herself agreeing to their union. She had helped him remodel the estate they had been given, as well, and he knew she had fine taste, though not extravagant.
The Lady was a vision today, even more so than she was in the past when they had met. Her gown was embroidered with fine lace and the veil she wore had belonged to her mother, the late Dowager Queen of France and Duchess of Suffolk. She also wore a necklace, bracelet, and earrings of rubies and gold that he assumed was a wedding gift from someone, as he had never heard her mention such a set before in their discussion of her property that she would bring with her upon their marriage. He thought she was stunning.
Margaret looked into her husband's eyes as the priest pronounced them husband and wife and told him he may salute her. John clasped her hands more firmly, but not tight, and leaned in to kiss her. After moments, their kiss broke and the priest said, "Your Majesties, ladies and gentlemen and assembled guests, it is with great pleasure that I introduced to you Lord and Lady Marlowe, the Earl and Countess of Stafford."
Their guests applauded as they turned to face them, then the newly wedded couple walked down the aisle of the Cathedral and out the doors, ready to face their new life together as husband and wife.
21 July 1551
Pamplona, Navarre
Elizabeth sat at the table with Juana, Charles, and Luis, going over the list of nobles in Navarre and the now vacant tiles with estates that she needed to fill before her coronation. The list was extensive, and she also had to fill the seats on her council.
It had already been decided that Luis would be given the duchy of Najera and fill the position of Lord Chancellor, who would typically rule the nation if she was incapacitated. She had to have someone she could trust in that position, as well as the position of Lord Privy Seal, but she wanted Luis to lead the council without any issues, and the Privy Seal she appointed needed to have a legal background, as they were not appointing a barrister to the council to reduce confusion.
Alexandre Dumane was being given the title of Duke of Lautrec, as he had been a faithful companion to Luis for years, and with his family's background in banking and investing, he was also going to act as the comptroller of her household, filling another seat on the council. Luis trusted him with his life, and that was good enough for Elizabeth. He was also to marry Lady Jeanne, the former Princess of Navarre. The wedding was set for 1 September, giving Jeanne time to prepare and for the couple to get to know each other somewhat before the wedding.
In addition to Luis and Alexandre, two of the higher-ranking nobles of Navarre had already privately sworn allegiance to Elizabeth and would do so publicly when she reconfirmed their titles at the ceremony the day before she was crowned; Lord Anthony de Foix, Count of Foix, and Lord Gaston Vela, Count of Candale. Anthony and Gaston were both married with young families and neither had done anything during the war to show aggression towards Spain. Their wives were distant relatives of Elizabeth and Luis, so that also made it easier to allow them to retain their titles.
"I want to summon my cousins to court and give James a position and title here," Elizabeth said, all-of-a-sudden. She had only seen James and Elizabeth Brandon a few times since she married Luis, but James was the son of Juana's half-sister, the late Infanta Margaret, Dowager Duchess of Suffolk and her uncle Charles Brandon.
"You mean my half-sister's son?" Juana asked.
"Yes," Elizabeth replied.
"I think that's a wonderful idea!" Juana exclaimed. "And Elizabeth could become a lady-in-waiting to you or our precious Isabel." Elizabeth smiled at her Aunt. She had been thinking just that. "What title do you propose for James?"
"I was thinking of making him the new Duke of Beaumont and my secretary," Elizabeth said. "I've been told that he is rather gifted with languages, being fluent in five already and being able to correspond in two additional languages. That is a good quality to find in a secretary."
"It is indeed," Charles nodded.
Queen Juana looked at the papers in front of her for a moment. "Elizabeth, my dear, might I make a request?" Elizabeth looked at Juana with surprise. She didn't know why the woman would as such a thing, but before she could ask, Juana answered her. "You are Queen of Navarre, my dear one. I would never try and push you to do something in your country, out of respect. But I do have a request concerning one of your vacant titles, if you are willing to hear me out?"
"Of course, Aunt Juana," she replied, putting her hand on the older woman's.
"There is a gentleman who has served me well for a number of years. His name is Arturo Davila. He was recently wounded in the skirmish that cost us our dear Andres, and no longer has complete use of his left arm," Juana began, looking at Charles, who nodded at his mother. He knew the man well and knew what his mother was going to ask. "Arturo will not be able to return to his work as a blacksmith due to his injury . . ."
Elizabeth smiled and finished the thought, "Of course I will grant him a title, Aunt Juana. Shall we make him a Duke perhaps, or maybe a Count?"
"I would suggest making him a Viscount or Baron, my dear. Although the other positions would leave him more stable for the remainder of his years, it might not be looked favorably upon since he is not of noble birth," the aged Queen explained.
"Certainly," Elizabeth replied. "He can be created the Viscount Mille. The lands are suitable and the income that his tenants will provide would make him comfortable." Elizabeth thought for a moment. "You said he was a blacksmith before his injury?"
"Yes, dear, why?"
"I will also make him the Master of the Horse here, so he has a yearly income from his council position. His knowledge of blacksmithing will come in handy and he can still train the apprentices I plan to take on, though he cannot do the work entirely," Elizabeth said.
Juana nodded, approvingly, and replied, "I'm sure he will serve you well in that position."
"I would also like to find someone who can serve as my solicitor general, but I am not sure who would be suited to the position," Elizabeth thought out loud. "It would have to be someone who either lives in Navarre already or could move here without reserve, as well as knows the ins and outs of court life. The problem is everyone I know who could handle the position is already involved in other courts."
There was silence in the room as Elizabeth looked at Luis, who was looking at his grandfather, Charles. After a few minutes, Charles spoke. "What about John Oldenburg, the former Crown Prince of Denmark?"
Elizabeth looked at Juana for a response.
"John is currently residing in Portugal on the yearly income that his wife receives as an Infanta, but I know he misses court life and resents having to live off his wife," Juana informed her.
"But is he a risk to my crown here, Aunt Juana?" Elizabeth asked. "I don't know him, but I trust your judgement of the situation."
"No, he wouldn't be. I will speak with him if you like."
"Fine. Summon him to Navarre," Elizabeth commanded. Luis looked at his wife. He'd never heard her use that tone before, but thought she sounded like a true Queen in doing so.
"Charles, doesn't our barrister have a younger brother who is also in the field of law?" Juana asked.
Charles looked at his mother, confused for a moment, then answered her, "Yes, he does, I believe. Miguel is his name, I think."
"Elizabeth, if you agree, we can send Miguel here to serve as your Lord Privy Seal until you can develop a relationship with someone of your own choosing. It's never easy to find a law man who is honest and just in his suggestions, but that is just what you need," Juana explained. "The de las Torres family has served me since I became Queen. His father was my first, and now his elder brother holds that place in Castile and Aragon. Miguel will serve you well, and if you like, and he agrees, he will be more than able to stay here."
Elizabeth looked at Luis, who just smiled at her. "If he agrees, then I will make him the Count of Viguera," Elizabeth said. "It is a larger land holding in the nation that has a suitable income for a man who would be my Lord Privy Seal." Elizabeth looked at the papers before her. All of her council seats were filled, but she had seven titles that were previously filled still to manage. She rubbed her forehead in thought, and her husband looked at the notes she had made.
"My love, don't worry about filling vacant titles," he said, somehow reading her thoughts on the matter. "Those will come in time as you find men or women you wish to reward with lands and titles."
Women?" Elizabeth said, questioningly. The idea had never occurred to her that she could bestow a title upon a woman, in her own right. The thought entered her mind that she had heard of her father doing such a thing, and that was in England, where men were strongly preferred. Her brother had also ennobled Lady Catherine Brandon Grey recently, as well. "I want to make Sancha the Viscountess of Narbonne," she said after a few moments. "Without her, I wouldn't have stayed sane during your long absence Luis." He nodded in agreement with his wife. Sancha had been a true friend to her, he knew, as Alexandre had been to him.
"Then do so, sweetheart," Luis encouraged her.
Elizabeth did just that, writing Sancha's name in her notes. She looked at her list again and then closed the book she had been keeping these papers in. "I think that should do it for now."
"Then shall we have the servants prepare dinner?" Juana suggested.
"Yes, of course."
The four rose from their seats and left the room. Luis put his arm around his wife, protectively. He knew she was overwhelmed by all of the politics, but she had handled herself as a true Queen would have and for that, he was proud of her.
July 25, 1554
Palace of Pamplona, Pamplona, Navarre
Infanta Catarina, Duchess of Franco's Bedchamber
Catarina was relieved to be in a palace again and not on a battle raged campground. She was finally comfortable in her own suite of rooms, thanks to her aunt, Elizabeth. However, she also hated that her room was right next to her husband. She wanted to be far away from him as possible. His infidelity had angered her so and all she cared for now was the unborn child that was resting in her womb. In just six months, she would be a mother.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock at her door.
Catarina looked up.
"You may come in." she said.
Queen Juana walked in. Immediately, Catarina sank into a deep curtsy.
"Your Majesty." she said.
Juana smiled.
"Rise, my dear. I have come to see how you were settling in." she said.
Catarina nodded.
"These rooms are very comfortable. I thank you and the Emperor and my aunt, Queen Elizabeth for your hospitality. I shall enjoy the time here, until I return to Sada Palace in Aragon after my aunt's coronation." she said.
Juana nodded.
"Very well, however, there is a visitor here to see you.' she said.
Catarina looked confused.
"To see me?" she asked.
Juana looked behind her.
"Come in, dear." she said.
Suddenly, to Catarina's shock, her mother walked in and smiled at her daughter.
Catarina had tears in her eyes.
"Mamae!" she cried as she hugged her mother.
Mary hugged her daughter.
"My darling. Oh, my precious child." she said.
Juana smiled.
"I will leave you two alone now." she said, as she left the room.
Mary let her daughter go and caressed Catarina's face.
"In these months away from me, you have become a woman. A woman that I am proud to call my daughter. Please tell me of your life in Spain. Your marriage everything." she said.
Before she could speak, Catarina was hit with a dizzy spell. Mary took a hold of her.
"Sweetheart, are you ill? I pray you sit down and I will have a physician to tend to you." she said, as she sat Catarina down on her bed.
Catarina shook her head.
"No, I am fine. It is expected that I feel dizzy. Especially in my condition." she said.
Mary looked at her daughter and Catarina smiled at her mother.
Mary hugged her daughter.
"Are you saying I will be a grandmother?" she asked.
Catarina smiled and nodded.
"In six months. I should love if you are here by my side as I prepare for my most dangerous part in life as a woman." she said.
Mary smiled.
"I will not make a false promise to you, sweetheart. However, I will try to be by your side. I am certain that my cousin, The Duke, is happy about your condition, is he not?" she asked.
Catarina's face turned to a frown ant the mention of her unfaithful husband. Mary noticed the change in her daughter's attitude.
"Sweetheart, is everything alright with Juan? You seem angry." she said.
Catarina sighed and looked out her window.
"Has Father always been faithful to you?" she asked.
Mary nodded.
"Yes. I have been very fortunate in that regard. Oh, my dear. Has Juan taken a mistress?" she asked.
Catarina looked at her mother and nodded before having tears develop in her eyes.
"Oh, Mamae. It is all my fault. I shouldn't have let myself fall in love with him." she said, before bursting into tears.
Mary stood up and hugged her sobbing pregnant daughter.
"Shh, it is alright. mother is here. I am so sorry, my dear. I want to protect you from this heartache." she said.
Catarina held her mother and continued to cry.
Suddenly, Catarina's doors opened and Juan stepped inside. When he saw his cousin/mother-in-law, he bowed.
"Your Majesty, I pray that your journey was peaceful." he said.
Mary nodded curtly.
"I did. I think my daughter needs some rest. Would you mind escorting me to my rooms, please?" she asked.
Juan nodded and walked out of the room.
Mary smiled at Catarina.
"Lie down, my darling. I will check on you later." she said, as she kissed her daughter's forehead.
Mary walked out of the room with Juan and when her daughter's bedroom door was closed, she openly glared at him.
"You've been married to my daughter for several months and this is what you do?" she asked.
Juan sighed.
"Your Majesty, I love Catarina, but I was at war. I didn't know if I would live or die. Most soldiers who have wives have a mistress at the campground. You must understand." he said.
Mary shook her head.
"No, soldiers are virtuous protectors. Bedding whores is a choice. If you believe that, then you do not love my daughter." she said, in anger.
Juan suddenly sank down to his knees and began to cry. Mary was shocked and compassion filled her heart.
"Why are you crying?" she gently asked.
Juan looked at his wife's mother.
"I haven't had someone show me such beautiful and genuine love, unless it was my mother. She never thought of me as a disappointment or said anything terrible to me." he said.
Mary knelt down.
"I know you loved your mother and she loved you, but it is not your fault that she died. She was very ill. You must allow yourself to heal. Are you truly remorseful about your infidelity?" she asked.
Juan nodded his head.
"I cannot promise that it will never happen again, but I will do my best to respect her. I love your daughter, Your Majesty and I am truly sorry." he said.
It was at that moment, despite the fact that a promise of faithfulness was impossible to make, Mary decided to help her son-in-law, at least for the sake of her unborn grandchild.
30 July 1554
Pamplona, Navarre
Elizabeth was listening to the instructions that Juana was giving her concerning the anointment that would happen during her coronation in two days. She had only attended one coronation before, and that was her brother, King Henry IX of England. She did not remember all of the details, and was grateful that Queen Juana was there to help her through it.
They had spent the morning discussing the procession from the palace to the church where she would finally be crowed Queen of Navarre. That was relatively easy enough once the order was decided. Elizabeth felt confident that the processional would not be a problem. Once she was in the church, she knew she had to kneel at the steps before the throne and the Archbishop would offer a prayer before she was to rise and take her place upon the throne. Then he would anoint her with the holy oils and proclaim her Queen by placing the crown on her head and giving her the ring of Navarre and the scepter.
As Queen Juana was explaining the anointment process, there was a low commotion in the entry way of the palace, but Elizabeth couldn't make out what was happening. She had just turned her attention back to the aged Queen when a guard entered the room and whispered something to her husband, Luis. Luis looked at the guard and then at his wife, before walking over to where the two women stood.
"Sweetheart, the guard said that Isabella is here and wishes to speak with you," he informed Elizabeth.
"Isabella?" Elizabeth questioned.
Luis nodded and then added, "I wouldn't have interrupted you, but he said she looked like she had been crying."
Elizabeth looked at Queen Juana, who sighed. "I will see to her. Please excuse me," Elizabeth said.
She walked into the entry way and Isabella was indeed sitting there in one of the high-backed chairs. She looked a mess, Elizabeth assumed it was from travelling all this way, and it was obvious that she had been crying.
"Isabella?" Elizabeth said, acknowledging her oldest sister. Isabella looked up and stood, then bowed to Elizabeth.
"Your Majesty," Isabella said.
"Rise sister," Elizabeth commanded, and as Isabella did so, she hugged her older sister. "Tell me, why have you come here and why are you so upset?"
Isabella looked around at the guards standing at their posts. "Is there somewhere we can speak in private?"
"Of course," Elizabeth said, taking Isabella's hand and leading her into the library, which was two doors away. "Please, sit down and tell me what's wrong."
Isabella sat on one of the lounges in the center of the room. "I didn't know what else to do, Elizabeth. They came from Portugal to collect my Maria. She's too young to leave me just yet. She is only fourteen. I have to admit, I lashed out at the gentleman, but I have written a letter of apology, explaining my behavior," Isabella said, tears falling from her eyes again. "I've just lost my husband, less than a year ago, and I don't want her to leave so soon. My children are all I have now. Is there anything you could possibly do to delay her leaving for another year, or even another six months?"
Elizabeth thought for a moment, as she moved to hug her sister again. Isabella was not here to cause problems. She was here as a mother who didn't want to lose her daughter so soon. When she thought about her own daughter, she knew she wouldn't want to let her little Isabel go until the last possible minute. "Wait here for me, Isabella," Elizabeth instructed. "I will have to speak to Queen Juana, but I will see what can be done." Isabella nodded.
Elizabeth walked back into the room where Juana and Luis were waiting for her. "What does she mean by coming here without my permission, Elizabeth?" Juana asked.
"Aunt Juana," Elizabeth began in a low whisper, so others could not hear her, "she came because she feels that it is too soon for Maria to leave her. The girl hasn't been exposed to court life yet, and Isabella is worried that she may have some problems adjusting to the separation, on top of not knowing what is expected of her."
Juana sighed again. "This is why Portugal sent for her this soon, my dear. They want to teach her the ways of their court before her mother influences her any further."
Elizabeth thought for a moment. "Isabella is my sister. I do not want her to have these fears for her oldest daughter. It could set her into another frenzy," Elizabeth explained. "I would like to invite Isabella to stay with us here in Navarre for the next six months. I will make Maria one of my ladies and instruct her in proper court behavior, while giving her mother the chance to adjust to the coming separation."
"Elizabeth. . .," Juana began.
"No, Aunt Juana, I have made up my mind about this," Elizabeth interrupted. "She is my sister, after all. I know I can do this and that I can ensure a smooth transition for Maria, and perhaps, in the process, I can reassure Isabella that Maria will be fine in Portugal. Besides, Queen Mary is here, and I can speak to her as well and work out the arrangements. I think, since Mary just lost Catarina to a marriage, she will be more understanding."
"If you really think you can Elizabeth, then you have my blessing," Juana said, "and if Isabella manages to behave throughout the whole six months she is here with you, perhaps I will invite her to my court and lift her banishment."
Elizabeth smiled. "I think she would like that."
Elizabeth walked out of the room and back to the library, where Isabella was waiting for her.
"I have spoken to Queen Juana, sister," Elizabeth said. She could tell Isabella was holding her breath. "She agreed that it might be acceptable for you and your children to stay here in Navarre for the next six months, where Maria will become one of my ladies." Isabella's eyes lit up. "I will instruct her in the ways of court life and prepare her for her role as Queen Consort of Portugal, and that will give you time to adjust to the fact that she will be leaving for Portugal in February."
Isabella thought about the idea. On one hand she would still have to watch her daughter leave for Portugal, but not for another six months, which would give her more time with Maria. Perhaps, after the six-month time-frame was over, Maria wouldn't want to leave, and the betrothal could be cancelled. But if Maria wanted to leave, she could prepare herself for the loss of another child. This would also give her some time with her youngest sister and the two women might be able to have a real relationship for the first time in their lives.
"I agree," Isabella said. "When should I send for my children?"
"Go ahead and send for them now. They should be able to make it here in time for Lord Alexandre and Lady Jeanne's wedding in September, and Maria can help prepare the bride as one of her first duties." Elizabeth said. "I will have the servants prepare rooms for you and your children, Isabella. Welcome to Navarre!"
"Thank you, your Majesty," Isabella said, remembering that her little sister was now a Queen.
"I have to get back to the rehearsal now. Would you like to join me?" Elizabeth asked.
Isabella shook her head. "Thank you for the invitation, but I would prefer to wait here until my rooms are ready, if you don't mind. I must be a sight after travelling so far."
Elizabeth nodded. "I will tell the servants to fetch you from here when they have your rooms ready. I will see you at dinner." She hugged her sister and then went back to tell Queen Juana how politely Isabella had behaved and how she had agreed to the plan. Elizabeth hope this was a new beginning for her sister, she wished for it with all her heart.
31 July 1554
The Throne Room of the Palace in Pamplona, Navarre
Queen Elizabeth sat on the throne in her newly acquired palace looking at the lords and ladies of the court who had gathered at her summons. Today, the day before her coronation, she was accepting the allegiance of her new subjects, bestowing letters of nobility, and announcing her council, among other things. The Count of Foix, Lord Anthony de Foix, and the Count of Candale, Lord Gaston Vela, had already sworn their fealty to her, and were now standing in the wings of the room, waiting to greet their new comrades, as was their duty. Her husband, Luis, was seated at her side, upon the throne meant for the consort of Navarre. Luis had already received his new title as the Duke of Najera. Now, she was waiting for the herald to announce the men and women who would be created as Nobles in her court.
"Lord James Brandon," the herald announced, tapping his staff twice. James walked in with all of the dignity she would expect from a son of her Uncle, Charles Brandon, the late Duke of Suffolk in England. As he approached the throne, he bowed and then knelt in front of her. Luis rose and began to read the appointment, "Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth of Navarre, hereby today, the thirty-first of July in the year of our Lord, 1554, creates Lord James Brandon as the Duke of Beaumont, bequeathing the title and lands accordingly, to him and his heirs from this day forth."
Elizabeth stood and was handed the circlet of nobility for the position, along with the letter that Luis had read, once it had been returned to its scroll. She walked to where James knelt and placed the circlet on his head, and handed him his letter. "Arise, Lord Beaumont," she said, and James stood. The Count of Candale placed the robes of his status on his shoulders, and Elizabeth kissed each cheek. "Join your peers, my lord," Elizabeth instructed as she waved her hand towards the Count of Foix. James took his place next to the two other gentlemen, and waited.
"Along with the Duke of Najera, who will be serving as my Lord Protector, and the Lord of Candale, serving as my Lord High Admiral, the new Lord of Beaumont will be joining my council as my Secretary Royal. He has come highly recommended for the position, as he currently is fluent in five languages and has excellent penmanship," Elizabeth announced to the other members of the court, who obligingly applauded.
"His Highness, John Oldenburg," the herald called. John followed the same protocol as James Brandon had before him. Luis read from another scroll, "Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth of Navarre, hereby today, the thirty-first of July in the year of our Lord, 1554, creates His Highness, John Oldenburg, as the Duke of Vendome, bequeathing the title and lands accordingly, to him and his heirs from this day forth."
Again, Elizabeth placed a circlet on the man's head and handed him the scroll, kissing each cheek. "Arise, Lord Vendome, and join your peers." With the wave of her hand, John rose and stood next to James Brandon to the side of the room. "It is my pleasure to announce that the Duke of Vendome will be serving as my solicitor general." There was more applause from the court.
The event went on with the creation of Miguel de las Torres as the Count of Viguera and as Lord Privy Seal, and Arturo Devila as the Viscount of Mille and the Master of the Horse. Once they had joined the men who had also received titles, Elizabeth stood and addressed her court.
"Alexandre Dumane," the herald announced. Alexandre, like those before him, entered the room, bowed to Elizabeth, then kneeled in front of her. "Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth of Navarre, hereby today, the thirty-first of July in the year of our Lord, 1554, creates Alexandre Dumane as the Duke of Lautrec, bequeathing the title and lands accordingly, to him and his heirs from this day forth," Luis read.
After Alexandre had received his robes, circlet and letter, he stepped to the side as the others had, but Elizabeth summoned him back to her side. "Ladies and gentlemen of the court, the Duke of Lautrec will also be serving as the controller of my household and on my council." The court applauded once again, but Elizabeth stopped them by holding up her hand. "There is more. It is also my great pleasure to announce the forthcoming marriage of the Duke to Lady Jeanne d'Albret, which will take place on the first of September." The court looked at Lady Jeanne, who had, only two months ago, been their Princess. Jeanne blushed at the announcement, but did her duty and stepped forward to take Alexandre's out-stretched hand. The court applauded, once the initial shock was over, and Alexandre kissed Lady Jeanne's hand.
"Now, I have two surprises, and I must apologize, because the recipients of these titles were unaware that they were to be honored today. The first, the Infante Juan, Duke of Franco, please step forward," Elizabeth commanded. Juan looked at his father and grandmother, who nodded to him. Luis came to stand beside his wife and read, "Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth of Navarre, hereby today, the thirty-first of July in the year of our Lord, 1554, creates the Infante Juan Habsburg, Duke of Franco, as the Count of Bigorre, bequeathing the title and lands accordingly, to him and his heirs from this day forth."
Elizabeth placed the circlet on Juan's head and handed him the letter scroll with his title. She kissed both of his cheeks and then bade him to rise and join his peers. "Infante, it is my honor to grant to you and your heirs this title in Navarre for your service during the recent war, as compensation for the injuries you sustained in battle, and for your willingness to serve the people of Navarre, in addition to your duties in Spain." The court applauded again.
Elizabeth nodded to the herald, who said, "Lady Sancha de Mendoza." Elizabeth looked behind her at Sancha, who was still serving as a lady-in-waiting. Sancha looked horrified, but did as she was told.
Luis read, "Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth of Navarre, hereby today, the thirty-first of July in the year of our Lord, 1554, creates Lady Sancha de Mendoza as the Viscountess of Narbonne, bequeathing the title and lands accordingly, to her and her heirs from this day forth."
Elizabeth placed the circlet on her dear friend's head and handed her the scroll. Sancha rose and Elizabeth kissed both of her cheeks, as Lord Vela placed the robes on her shoulders. There were tears in her eyes as she looked at Elizabeth. "Thank you, your Majesty," Sancha said, with a curtsey.
"It is I who should be thanking you Sancha, for your companionship and service during these long months since you arrived in Castile. I couldn't have made it through them without your friendship and loyalty," Elizabeth said, honestly.
Elizabeth turned to her court. "Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the new nobility of Navarre and your new council members." The court applauded, generously, but not everyone among them were happy about the new appointments. Elizabeth was not aware that day, but trouble was coming, and it was coming soon.
A/N I hope you all enjoyed this Chapter! It took awhile, but it is finally done and chapter 39 is already in the works. Now, Elizabeth is Queen and her coronation is coming up. If you have any question on any characters, please message me and I will answer any questions you have about them. we will be seeing new things very soon and you may all be surprised. Please Read and Review! Chapter 39 should be up within the week!