Chapter 73
Well, here we are again. The year Fifteen Sixty-Seven will be very interesting. I am still debating on a minor time jump at some point, so please do not be surprised, if that happens. I am trying to upload more regularly, due to the fact that I am back to doing everything on my own. The story will not be abandoned and I am even thinking of a part three to this, so please let me know what you all think. Please Read and Review and enjoy Chapter Seventy-Three!
9 January 1567
Palace of Fontainebleau, Paris, France
Queen Mary of Scotland and France's Bedchamber
Queen Mary winced, as she shifted in her bed. She had taken to her confinement, as her child was expected within a month. She was excited to welcome her new child.
One of her ladies, Lady Solange, walked up.
"Your Majesty, there is a visitor here for you." she said.
Queen Mary shook her head.
"I am in confinement. I will not be receiving any visitors, until my child is born." she said.
Lady Solange sighed.
"The lady is insistent on seeing you." she said.
Queen Mary took a deep breath.
"Very well. Send her in." she said.
Lady Solange opened the door and Lady Antoinette de Bourbon, the Dowager Duchess of Guise, walked in.
Queen Mary smiled.
"Grandmother! What are you doing here?" she said.
Lady Antoinette smiled and walked up and kissed Queen Mary on her cheek.
"I wanted to see you, my dear. Only the Lord knows how long I will live and I wanted to be close to you." she said.
Queen Mary smiled.
"Grandmother, you are in good health. However, I do appreciate the company. Tell me, how was the wedding feast of my uncle, the Duke of Guise and Princess Maria de Medici?" she asked.
Lady Antoinette glared, as she took a goblet of wine.
"I am not happy with the marriage, my dear." she said.
Queen Mary looked at her grandmother, in surprise.
"Why? I met her , after their betrothal. She is a sweet girl." she said.
Lady Antoinette nodded.
"Yes, however she is not yet in her sixteenth year. Yes, she brought a substantial dowry. Yes, she is beautiful. However, she is younger than your cousins, Henri and Anne and is the exact same age as Elisabeth, your cousin." she said.
Queen Mary nodded.
"How is she with little Margaret, my uncle and aunt's youngest daughter?" she asked, referring to the youngest daughter, who was only five years old.
Lady Antoinette smirked.
"She is more like an older sister than a mother." she said.
Queen Mary sighed.
"Give her a chance, Grandmother. We know how anxious Uncle Francis is about only having Henri as a son. He has three daughters, Anne, Elisabeth and little Margaret. He wants more sons and the Medici Princess has the youth and the fertility to give him that." she said.
Lady Antoinette sighed.
"Your late Aunt Sophie of Scotland was an exceptional Duchess and she gave him children. If he wanted to marry the Medici girl, I suggested for her to live in my household, until she was a little older and then they could live together as husband and wife. However, he did not wait. The marriage was consummated. He has been sharing her bed since she arrived for their betrothal." she said.
Queen Mary nodded her head.
"That is church law, Grandmother." she said.
Lady Antoinette nodded.
"Of course. However, I do not want the poor child to give her soul to the Lord , the same way your late aunt did, due to my son's desire for more sons. Henri is now a man. He will have heirs of his own." she said.
Queen Mary nodded her head.
"I agree, Grandmother. I really do. However, he is the Duke. He has married and we can not interfere with his marriage. On a personal note, I do not want to see my dear aunt Sophie replaced, but as Queen, I must support my uncle as a nobleman. We will pray that nothing happens to the young Duchess." she said.
Lady Antoinette nodded.
"Amen." she said.
17 January 1567
Hampton Court Palace, London, Kingdom of England
Lillian of Austria, Queen of England's Private Apartments
Queen Lillian of England was enjoying a quiet day with her ladies-in-waiting and working on her embroidery and enjoying a nice fire
Lady Mary Brandon, the Duchess of Suffolk, walked up to the Spanish Queen.
"Your Majesty, do you need anything?" she asked.
Queen Lillian shook her head.
"No. Tell me, have you heard any news from your husband, since he is in Portugal, as Ambassador?" she said.
Lady Mary smiled and nodded.
"Yes. He actually went hunting with your brother, the King of Portugal and he loves the wild boar. He said it's different in Portugal. He ate dinner with the King and Queen on pillows." she said.
The ladies-in-waiting began to murmur among themselves, I'm fascination.
Queen Lillian smiles and nodded her head.
"That is true." she said.
Lady Catherine Knollys, Queen Lillian's Lady of the Bedchamber, looked up from her embroidery.
"I wonder if the Portuguese Princess will bring that to England upon her marriage to Prince Henry." she said.
The Ladies began to chuckle and continued to talk. Queen Lillian's household was vastly different from the late Queen Anne, who had now been dead over ten years. Queen Lillian had a pious, but stylish household. She was also a generous Queen. She loved to give freely to her ladies-in-waiting and sometimes to their children. Whenever one of her ladies was expecting a child, Queen Lillian would send them gowns and a jewel.
The door opened and King Henry IX walked in suddenly. Queen Lillian and all her ladies all stood up and bowed to him.
"Your Majesty." they all said.
King Henry smiled and kissed Queen Lillian.
Darling, how are you?" he asked.
Queen Lillian nodded.
"I am well. How are you?" she asked.
King Henry sighed.
"I do need to speak to you. Alone." he said.
Queen Lillian looked at her ladies-in-waiting.
"Ladies, please retire to another room while the King and I talk. We will attend Mass afterwards." she said.
All of the ladies bowed and left the room.
Queen Lillian looked at her husband.
"What is wrong?" she asked.
King Henry sighed and handed her a letter.
"The Emperor is reconsidering his son marrying Margaret." he said.
Queen Lillian grabbed the letter, in surprise and began to read.
"My brother-in-law is considering a Spanish match instead?" she asked.
King Henry nodded.
"Yes. He is considering breaking his betrothal to Margaret to marry his son to my sister, Queen Elizabeth's, eldest daughter, Infanta Isabel." he said.
Queen Lillian shook her head.
"I will write to my sister, the Holy Roman Empress. I am sure that she can convince her husband to keep the betrothal with our Margaret." she said.
King Henry school his head.
"I wonder if my sister would really take my daughter's marriage prospect from her." he said.
Queen Lillian shook her head.
"I will write to Isabella. Margaret will be Holy Roman Empress." she said.
King Henry smiled. After ten years of marriage, he knew that when his wife made her mind up, there was no changing it.
He handed her another document.
"I also wanted to show you this." he said.
Queen Lillian took it and began to read it. After a few minutes, she began to smile.
"You are officially making our son, Charles, the Duke of Bedford?" she asked.
King Henry nodded his head.
"Yes. He will be set up with his own household at Woburn Abbey, in Bedfordshire later this year." he said.
Queen Lillian sighed.
"He will be hours away. He is not yet five years old." she said.
King Henry nodded.
"I know. We will visit, as often as we can. We can eventually pick his companions." he said.
Queen Lillian nodded her head.
"Thank you, sweetheart. Please forgive me. I am letting my affection as a mother cloud my obligations as a Queen." she said.
King Henry took her hands.
"You are a wonderful mother and Queen. It is natural for those obligations to run together." he said.
Queen Lillian smiled. She knew this was an amazing opportunity for her son. He was not the heir to the Throne, but being a wealthy Duke would be enough security for little Charles, especially when his father was no longer there.
25 January 1567
Hofburg Palace, Vienna, Holy Roman Empire
Isabella of Austria, Holy Roman Empress' Bedchamber
"You are doing well, Your Majesty. Keep pushing." the midwife said.
Empress Isabella yelled, as she pushed through her contraction. The thirty-nine year old Empress was giving birth to her fifteenth child and she had been in the pains of childbirth all night and the early morning sun was breaking over the horizon
Empress Isabella winced.
"This child is more stubborn than the others." she said, trying to catch her breath
Lady Margarita de Cardona nodded and wiped the Empress' forehead.
"It is nearly done. The midwife says that the babe is just a bit bigger. Your son will be healthy and thrive, like all the others. You are building the biggest family in Christendom." she said.
Empress Isabella nodded. She was fortunate to have a large number of chickens none having died, either in childhood, infancy or in her womb.
"Is there any progression?" she asked.
The midwife nodded her head.
"Yes, Your Majesty. Keep pushing, please." she said.
Empress Isabella nodded and continued to push.
Finally, a loud cry filled the room and Empress Isabella fell back against her pillow and was trying to catch her breath.
The midwife cut the cord and separated the crying infant from her mother and carried the crying baby to a water basin to wash the child.
Lady Margarita de Cardona smiled at Empress Isabella.
"You did well, Your Majesty." she said.
After a few moments, the midwife walked over, carrying the swaddled infant, who was quieting down.
"Tis a girl, Your Majesty." she said.
Empress Isabella took her daughter in her arms.
"She will be loved, just like her siblings. Is she healthy?" she asked.
The midwife nodded her head.
"Very healthy, Your Majesty. I would advise make sure the new Archduchess has a a strong wet nurse. I have a feeling she has a sturdy appetite." she said.
Empress Isabella.
"Margaret will have a strong wet nurse." she said.
Lady Margarita de Cardona smiled.
"Archduchess Margaret?" she asked.
Empress Isabella nodded her head.
"Yes. She is named for my potential daughter-in-law, Princess Margaret of England, who will also stand as godmother." she asked.
Lady Margarita de Cardona smiled.
"Do you think she will marry Archduke Philip?" she asked.
Empress Isabella nodded.
"Yes. I am not sure how the Empire will feel with another link to Spain." she said.
Lady Margarita nodded.
"I believe you are correct, Your Majesty." she said.
Empress Isabella kissed little Margaret and handed her to one of her ladies-in-waiting.
"Please prepare me a bath and change the bedding. I am tired and ready to sleep some. Inform the Emperor about our daughter's birth." she said.
Lady Margarita de Cardona nodded.
"Yes, Your Majesty." she said.
7 February 1567
Castel Nuovo, Naples, Kingdom of Naples
Princess Lucrezia, Duchess of Buckingham's Private Apartments
"Novella, are all of my jewels packed?" Princess Lucrezia asked.
The older woman nodded.
"Yes, Your Highness. Are we departing for the ship soon?" she asked.
Princess Lucrezia nodded her head.
"Yes, we will depart for England at sunrise." she said.
Lady Novella nodded. Prince Owen and Princess Lucrezia had decided to finally relocate to England to see to Owen's estates and also so their son, Edward, could inherit the titles and estates more easier. Lucrezia refused to be parted from any of her children, so the family was leaving Naples to stay together.
Prince Owen walked in and kissed Princess Lucrezia.
"Are you all packed?" he asked.
Princess Lucrezia nodded her head.
"I am. I must admit I am nervous. You have told me about England, but I have never seen it." she said.
Prince Owen smiled.
"I can not wait until you see Hampton Court. It is beautiful." he said.
Princess Lucrezia smirked.
"Is a Palace more beautiful than me?" she asked.
Prince Owen grabbed her and kissed her.
"There is no one more beautiful than you." he said.
The door opened and King Alfonso walked in. Both Prince Owen and Princess Lucrezia bowed.
King Alfonso smiled and kissed Princess Lucrezia on her cheek.
"How are you, my dear?" he asked.
Princess Lucrezia nodded her head.
"I am sorry that we are leaving for England. I was hoping to remain here, but I do not want to be away from my son." she said.
King Alfonso nodded his head.
"I understand. You are in an enviable position. Your sister, Isabella will be leaving us next year as well. You do not have to worry about that." he said.
King Alfonso sighed.
"I must ask you to delay." he said.
Princess Lucrezia looked at her father and noticed that he had tears in his eyes, but was not allowing them to fall.
"Father, what has happened?" she asked.
King Alfonso let a few tears fall down.
"I have received a letter from the monastery. There was an outbreak of fever. Your brother, Giovanni... is dead." he said.
Prince Owen and Princess Lucrezia looked at the King, in disbelief.
"He's dead?" Princess Lucrezia asked, wiping tears from her eyes.
King Alfonso nodded his head. His twenty-seven year old son and heir was dead. His oldest son with his beloved Adriana. He was gone.
Prince Owen sighed.
"My poor sister. She's a widow and she is not yet twenty-four years." he said.
King Alfonso nodded his head and held his hand up.
"Do not worry. Your sister is officially the Dowager Duchess of Calabria and will be cared for, as if she were my daughter in blood. She will not lose her income or care." he said.
Prince Owen nodded his head and held his crying wife.
Princess Lucrezia gasped and looked at her father.
"Father, Alfonso is now heir and he is currently in the Spanish Court. The heir is in another realm. The Council will want him to take his oath as the new Duke of Calabria and acknowledged heir to the Throne." she said.
King Alfonso nodded his head.
"I will meet with the Council once...the body has been returned to the Palace. Alfonso is safe. We have a loving relationship with Spain and he is in the care of your aunt Giovanna. I know nothing will happen to him." he said, battling more tears.
Prince Owen nodded his head.
"We will delay our trip to England, until the mourning period is officially over. You have our condolences, Your Majesty." he said.
King Alfonso nodded.
"Thank you, son. I loved my son dearly. However, I know he was troubled and there was nothing that could be done for him. I can only pray that his tormented soul is finally at peace." he said.
Princess Lucrezia made the sign of the Cross.
"Amen." she said.
11 February 1567
Castle of Moya, Cuenca, Kingdom of Spain
The Nursery
"There you go, my precious Juana." Isabella, Duchess Marquessa de Moya said to her granddaughter.
Little Juana de Cabrera was the only child of Isabella's eldest son, Lord Fernando de Cabrera and his English wife, Lady Mary Grey and she was the apple of her father and grandmother's eyes.
The door opened and Lord Fernando de Cabrera walked in and smiled.
"How is my little imp?" he asked.
Isabella smiled.
"She was very active and ate well this morning. You were not in your Chambers this morning." she said.
Lord Fernando de Cabrera shook his head.
"I slept elsewhere last night." he said.
Isabella smiled.
"Oh, you slept in Mary's chambers." she said.
Lord Fernando sighed.
"No. I was near them." he said.
Isabella closed her eyes and shook her head.
Lord Fernando looked at his mother.
"Do not judge me, Mother. You have no idea what it is to be married to her. She is not what I expected in a wife. She is not well and I deserve happiness." he said.
Isabella glared at her son.
"You are the grandson of the late King of England and the nephew of the Spanish monarchs. You must conduct yourself in a manner to represent them." she said.
Lord Fernando glared.
"I highly doubt the King and Queen care much about what goes on in this household. I have a right to have a mistress and I am being discreet." he said.
Isabella stood up, holding her granddaughter.
"While you carry on with whichever whore is in this home, you need to realize this. This precious girl is your heiress. She needs a brother. A legitimate brother. Also, what if she is taken from us?" she asked.
Lord Fernando shook his head.
"Do not even say that. Juana is healthy." he said.
Isabella nodded her head.
"Yes.. I thought many of your siblings were, but they were still taken to the Lord. You must do your duty and produce descendants with your wife, not a whore." she said.
Lord Fernando sighed.
"We will have a son. However, I just need to be apart from her for now." he said.
Isabella sighed.
"I will pray that the Lord heals the damage in your marriage, my son." she said.
Lord Fernando nodded.
"May he hear you, Mother. I will have to go to Court soon. I will be gone for several weeks. The Prince Alfonso is now the heir. His brother died from fever." he said
Isabella made the sign of the Cross.
"It is a sad, but common thing when a King outlives a Prince. Will you see your brother while you are there? I greatly miss him." she said.
Lord Fernando nodded his head. His younger brother, Enrique, was currently fifteen years old and was at Court, studying in the household of King Luis. He was being prepared for a career as an ambassador.
"I will ask the King for permission for him to visit you." he asked.
Isabella smiled.
"Thank you, son." she said.
21 February 1567
Palace of Fontainebleau, Paris, France
Queen Mary of Scotland and France's Bedchamber
"I was sure it was going to be a girl this time." Queen Mary said, as she was handed her newborn son.
The newborn cooed in his mother's arms. Queen Mary had started having labor pains the previous night and it had gone on until late morning, until she finally gave birth to a healthy baby boy.
Dowager Queen Catherine smiled at her new grandson.
"You certainly have the gift of bearing sons. The line has never been more secure than it is now. You have three healthy sons and the King has three brothers. I want to thank you." she said.
Queen Mary smiled at her mother-in-law.
"There is no need to thank me for doing my duty. You also did your duty." she said.
Dowager Queen Catherine smiled.
"It took me ten years to fall pregnant." she said.
Queen Mary nodded.
"Yes and when you did, you didn't fail. I lost my first son. I think about him frequently. He would be starting his education now and would have been given his proper titles officially." she said.
Dowager Queen Catherine sighed.
"I think about my Louis. As Queens, it seems we lose our babies and we just have the next one and the dead one is just forgotten. My Louis would be a young man now. I always said my children were my angels, as they were the only happiness that was given to me." she said
Queen Mary took Dowager Queen Catherine by the hand.
"You are my husband's mother and you have been more of a mother to me, than my own late mother." she said.
Dowager Queen Catherine smiled.
"I thought you hated me, Your Majesty." she said.
Queen Mary shook her head.
"Absolutely not. My husband adores you, as do our children. We both love Francis and want the best for him. How can I hate the mother of my beloved son? I thought I was disappointing as a daughter-in-law." she said.
Dowager Queen Catherine shook her head.
"No. You are a true pride. I will admit I was jealous of your marriage. I loved Henri so much, but he preferred the old whore, who killed our baby boy. The way that Francis looks at you, I prayed Henri would look at me that way and unfortunately he did not usually." she said.
Queen Mary looked at the older former Queen, with sympathy. She knew her late father-in-law was constantly unfaithful and it almost seemed like Dowager Queen Catherine had no chance.
"You are loved by everyone here in our family. I am sure little Charles will adore his grandmother as well." she said.
Dowager Queen Catherine smiled.
"Is that the name of my new grandson?" she said.
Queen Mary nodded her head.
"Yes, Prince Charles. Francis intends to name him Duke of Alencon, if he were a boy." she said.
Dowager Queen Catherine smiled and took her now sleeping grandson in her arms.
"I think it suits him perfectly." she said.
5 March 1567
Palace of Caserta, Naples, Kingdom of Naples
The Royal Chapel
The entire chapel was draped in black cloth. Hundreds of candles illuminated the entire Chapel. The entire profession had taken several weeks to arrive to the Palace. The entire Court was mourning the loss of its Crown Prince.
After his death, the late Prince Giovanni had been embalmed, his heart, lungs and bowels were removed and buried in the Chapel of the monastery he had breathed his last.
Prince Giovanni had laid in state at the monastery for several days, before his funeral procession started the journey to the Royal Palace. Torrential rain and thunderstorms made the journey difficult for the late Prince's household. The large procession made it's way through the countryside and stopped at a few villages and the coffin of the Prince would rest in various churches to protect the precious cargo from the elements.
After several weeks, the procession finally arrived to the Palace, to the sadness of some in the Royal Family. Many courtiers were sad for their beloved King. He was still dealing with the war with France and now his son and heir was dead.
King Alfonso stood at the entrance to the Chapel. He was dressed in all black, staring at the coffin of his eldest son, surrounded by candles. He had never known this pain before. His late wife, Queen Adriana, had suffered a miscarriage over twenty years ago, so this pain was new to him.
His young wife, Queen Eleanora of Portugal, walked up to him, wearing all black and wearing a black veil.
King Alfonso smiled.
"Hello, darling." he said.
Queen Eleanora bowed.
"I am so sorry, Alfonso. This is terrible." she said.
He nodded his head and took her hand.
"I am ready." he said.
The Royal Couple walked into the Chapel and finally stopped at the coffin. The Prince's coffin was covered in a black leather-like cloth and was topped with the coat of arms of the Trastamara Royal Family.
King Alfonso placed his hand on the coffin.
"My boy." he said quietly.
The Archbishop of Naples, who would be conducting the funeral rites for Prince Giovanni stepped forward.
"Your Majesty, are you prepared for the identification of the corpse?" he asked.
King Alfonso shook his head.
"We are to wait for the rest of my family." he said.
There were footsteps behind him and Catherine of Austria, the Queen Mother, walked in.
She bowed to her son and daughter-in-law.
"Your Majesties." she said.
Several moments later, Princess Lucrezia and her husband, Prince Owen, walked in, also wearing black and bowed to the King and Queen. Princess Lucrezia was now the eldest surviving child of King Alfonso.
After them, Princess Maria walked in. The twenty-two year old Was dressed in all black, with her eyes glossy with tears. She held a rosary in her hands.
Twenty year old Princess Angela walked in and looked sad, but also apathetic. She was due to marry one of the brothers of the King of France and was nervous about traveling to the French Court in a matter of months.
Finally, fifteen year old Princess Isabella walked in and she was followed by eleven year old Prince Rodrigo. Princess Isabella was saddened at the death of her older brother, but Prince Rodrigo did not really love him, since Giovanni was holding his own court in his principality of Calabria.
Finally, Princess Eleanor, Dowager Duchess of Calabria, walked in, wearing a black veil that covered her entire face, as Prince Giovanni's widow.
King Alfonso looked at his family. His true legacy and he could feel the void that his son's death had left. Yes, as King, he knew that Giovanni could absolutely never rule, due to his madness. However, as a father, he loved his son and wanted him cared for.
He nodded at the Archbishop. The Archbishop stood forward and opened the lid of the coffin and removed the mortuary cloth
Fortunately, the effect of death had not destroyed the Prince's features. He looked peaceful, as if he had just fallen asleep. Despite being paler than usual, he looked normal and was finally at peace.
King Alfonso nodded his head.
"I can attest that the deceased is my son, Don Alfonso of Naples, Crown Prince of Naples and the Duke of Calabria." he said.
The Archbishop nodded and closed the lid.
King Alfonso took Queen Eleanora by the hand and they made their way from the Chapel. The Prince would be buried in the Cathedral of St. Januarius the following day. King Alfonso was mourning one son, was preparing to send his daughter into enemy territory and he had to figure out how to bring his new heir home from Spain, without risking his life.
15 March 1567
Ribiera Palace, Lisbon, Portugal
Queen Catarina of Portugal's Privy Chambers
Queen Catarina was preparing for the day. She had many things to do with her day. She also wanted to check on her younger sister, Infanta Joanna, Princess of Eboli, who was nearly ready to give birth to her fourth child any day now.
Suddenly, King Juan walked in and kissed Queen Catarina.
"How are you, darling?" he asked.
Queen Catarina sighed.
"My eyes are tired from reading so many papers and letters about trade or subjects wanting their daughters in my household or the most insulting , advising me on how to govern. I have been Queen for four years now..."
King Juan nodded.
"You have been Queen of a realm that has never had one. They think they can sway you like a mastiff. However, take our ancestor, Queen Isabel of Castile and how she was. Do not turn advisors away, but also lead your own mind. Do not go against your conscience. Also, why do you not want more ladies?" he asked.
Queen Catarina scoffed.
"Sitting around gossiping with my ladies does not bring me joy. I prefer getting my duties completed and seeing to our children." she said.
King Juan nodded.
"Yes, I know. However, you having ladies is not just about sewing and gossiping. It's strategic. The nobles are more loyal, if you secure their daughters in a grand marriage." he said.
Queen Catarina nodded.
"Yes, I have to smile in these men's faces, as they hand their daughters off in marriage as cattle in a field. I know it is our place, but it is a bit frustrating at times." she said.
There was a knock at the door.
King Juan sighed.
"It is still early in the morning. What do you want?" he asked.
One of the maids spoke:
"I am sorry, Your Majesties. I am here to inform you that the Princess of Eboli has given birth to a healthy baby boy." she said.
Queen Catarina smiled.
"I am sure that Manuel is happy to have a son after three daughters. Sweetheart, inform the council I will be a little late this morning. I want to check in on Joanna and our new nephew." she said.
King Juan nodded, as Queen Catarina left the room. He knew that he would never hold true power in Portugal, however his lovely Catarina was definitely worth it.
26 March 1567
Royal Palace of Madrid, Madrid, Kingdom of Spain
The Royal Gardens
Infanta Isabel, the sixteen year old eldest daughter of the Spanish Monarchs, was taking a long walk in the gardens. The beautiful Spanish Princess was now very apparent, as she completed maturity. Her hair was chestnut, her eyes a vibrant blue and she, like her mother , had inherited a tall stature from her maternal grandfather, King Henry VIII. It was no surprise that she was indeed an attractive marriage prospect. The disagreement between her parents on her marriage was very unusual, but the eldest Infanta was comfortable and she waa well-cared for.
One of Infanta Isabel's ladies-in-waiting, Lady Margaret Davila walked a few paces behind her, but she whispered to her mistress.
"Alteza, who do you think you shall marry?" she asked.
Infanta Isabel smiled.
"Whoever my parents decide. You know that I am content on what they decide. The last I have heard was that the son of the Holy Roman Emperor was a candidate as well." she said.
Lady Margaret nodded.
"Yes, but how do you feel about it? Your parents have given you a wonderful education." she said.
Infanta Isabel sighed.
"I do care for Prince Alfonso from the heart, however marriage is not about love." she said.
Lady Margaret nodded.
"I can agree. My future husband is still a boy and he is in Portugal. No one is asking for my hand like they are for yours, Alteza." she said.
Infanta Isabel nodded.
"That is why I am going to enjoy your time with me now." she said.
In the distance, they could see Prince Alfonso doing his exercises and the ladies began to giggle. Infanta Isabel gave them a look and they all fell silent.
"Are you enjoying the sight, ladies?" a voice said.
They all turned and saw Princess Giovanna, Duchess of the Infantado.
Infanta Isabel smiled.
"How are you, Duchess?" she asked.
Princess Giovanna nodded.
"I am well, Infanta. Your mother, Her Majesty, has said that you are to come to her Chambers for supper with her and your father, the King." she said.
Infanta Isabel nodded.
"Of course. Please inform Their Majesties that I will be there." she said.
Princess Giovanna nodded and curtsied and began to walk away.
Infanta Isabel cleared her throat.
"Duchess, may I speak to you privately?" she asked.
Princess Giovanna nodded and Infanta Isabel excused her ladies, as she began to walk with her mother's closest attendant.
Infanta Isabel sighed.
"I know you are the aunt of Prince Alfonso. Have you heard anything about a marriage prospect for him?" she asked.
Princess Giovanna, knowing about the feelings between the two, shook her head.
"Not that I am aware. Although, between you and I, the Queen is really in favor of the match between you and my nephew. She is just worried about sending you to Naples, since the French are still off the coast." she said.
Infanta Isabel nodded.
"Of course. The way I see it, the Lord will decide if I shall be a Queen or Empress." she said.
Princess Giovanna nodded her head.
"That is the truth. You and your sisters are very valued on the marriage table. I would not fret, if I were you. The Queen has said that if you are to be wed to my nephew, I will escort you to Naples and stay, until your wedding is over. I will appreciate the opportunity, since I will get to see my mother again." she said.
Infanta Isabel smiled.
"Do you miss Naples?" she asked.
Princess Giovanna nodded.
"Of course, however being here in Spain is a true blessing. I have my husband and children and I am sure I would not have had them, if I remained a spinster in my brother's Court. They thought I was barren and here, i have given birth to four children. " she said.
Infanta Isabel nodded.
"I spend many hours of my time in the nursery. I pray that the Lord will bless my future marriage with children." she said.
Princess Giovanna smiled.
"I can assure you that he will. Your mother has already had many children. I know you and your siblings will give her many grandchildren. " she said.
Infanta Isabel looked at Princess Giovanna.
"Did you hear about the conflict with King Giacomo. He's trying to reclaim Constantinople." she said.
Princess Giovanna nodded her head.
"I have. It is a wonderful thing, however I am not sure it will be successful. If he does, the Latin Empire will come back. It will be a powerful thing." she said.
15 April 1567
Palace of Poiters, Poitou, Kingdom of France
Louise, Duchess of Aquitaine's Chambers
Lord Alex Dumane was enjoying a goblet of wine, visiting his elder sister, the Duchess of Aquitaine. Queen Elizabeth of Navarre had arranged the marriage between Lady Louise and her distant cousin, Thomas Pole, the Duke of Aquitaine. His first wife had died in childbirth. Their marriage was successful and Louise was happy that her two stepchildren also accepted her and she also adored her two daughters, Lady Charlotte Pole, who was eight years old and Lady Giselle, who was now three years old.
Duchess Louise smiled at her younger brother.
"How are things at Court?" she asked.
Lord Alex took a quick drink.
"Things are well. However, it is pathetic. Some of the nobles have been trying to have their daughters and unmarried sisters to be the mistress of King Luis. After the birth of the last Infanta, the it was advised that the King and Queen should not lie together for one year. They still dine together daily, however people throw their daughters at him, like coins to the poor." he said.
Duchess Louise rolled her eyes.
"They are ridiculous. If they want to earn favor at Court, why must it involve their female relatives being on their backs?" she asked.
"Sister, I do not understand it myself." Alex said.
Duchess Louise smiled.
"How is your family? In your last letter, you told me that your wife is with child, yet again." she said.
Alex nodded.
"Yes, she is. It is our sixth child." he said.
Duchess Louise smiled.
"I pray daily for her and your child. How is your marriage?" she asked.
Alex smiled.
"I find it hard to believe that it has been nearly thirteen years since we married. I care for her dearly and thankfully she is well respected at Court. Queen Elizabeth waa wise in arranging our marriage and I thank the Lord daily. How is your marriage?" he asked.
Duchess Louise nodded.
"My husband, the Duke, is a kind man. He is saddened, as his son's wife gave birth to a dead daughter last year. He eas expecting a grandson." she said.
Alex Dumane sighed.
"A male heir can be hard to obtain." he said.
Duchess Louise smiled.
"Well, there is still hope." she said.
Alex looked at his older sister, who just smiled at him.
Suddenly, it became aware to him.
"You? Are you certain?" he asked.
Duchess Louise nodded.
"I have the signs. I won't tell him, until the child quickens. I do not want hopes to be given, since I am getting older." she said.
Alex took his sister's hand.
"I am happy for you." he said.
Duchess Louise smiled.
"I pray for a healthy son. Thomas has only one and three daughters and Julian's wife has yet to deliver a son." she said.
Alex nodded.
"I am sure all will be well. Your husband will have a grandson in due time. You just preserve your child and love it and educate it well." he said.
Duchess Louise nodded her head.
"I pray you are correct, my dear brother. I pray you are right." she said.
19 April 1567
Westhorpe Hall, Suffolk, Kingdom of England
Lady Caroline Brandon's Bedchamber
Lady Mary Brandon waa helping her daughter pack her belongings. Lady Caroline Brandon was now twelve years old and she was going to entering into the household of Queen Lillian as a maid-of-honor.
Lady Caroline looked at her mother, in excitement.
"Mother, I am excited. How is it at Court? Is the Queen nice? Will there be many parties?" she asked.
Lady Mary Brandon gave her daughter a stern look.
"Caroline, you entering into the Queen's household is not about frivolity. This is about your future. You are becoming a young woman and this will give you a chance to be noticed. You will learn how to run a household and this is a true honor." she said.
Lady Caroline nodded her head.
"Yes, Mother. I am sorry. I just want to know what Queen Lillian is like." she said.
Lady Mary smiled.
"The Queen is kind, but serious. She does not mind games or fun, however she will not tolerate behavior that a Christian woman should not have. You will not be a mistress to any male courtier. If the Queen finds out about anything indiscretion, your time in her service will end in disgrace. Your father and I have earned respect at Court and you were requested. This is an honor." she said.
Lady Caroline nodded her head.
"I do not want to fail you, Mother. Is there anything I will be doing?" she asked.
"You will do whatever the Queen says. As a maid-of-honor, you will not have the same duties as your Aunt Charlotte or myself. Your main objective is to learn how to be a lady-in-waiting. Focus on that and you will succeed." she said.
Lady Caroline nodded her head.
"I promise I will, Mother." she said.
Lady Mary caressed her eldest daughter, who inherited her father's brown hair and blue eyes, making her a quiet beauty. Upon maturity, Lady Mary knew her daughter would be incredibly attractive at Court.
"You also will have your cousin, Anne, with you to guide you. She has been at Court a few years and was barely older than you when she came to Court." she said.
Lady Mary smiled. She was quite fond of her older cousin.
"I am still very excited, Mother." she said.
Lady Mary smiled again and hugged her daughter.
"You will be a source of pride for your father and I. Let us finish getting prepared. The sooner we leave, the sooner you can see your father and meet their Majesties." she said.
Lady Caroline and mother and daughter continued to gather her belongings, so she could begin her journey at Court.
30 April 1567
Château de Saint-Germain-en-Laye, Saint-Germain-en-Laye, Kingdom of France
The Throne Room
In the French Court, tension filled the entire Court. Many of the courtiers had not seen their young King furious as he was now. The twenty-three year old King was finally convinced to negotiate peace with the Kingdom of Naples. France had an advantage, until the Kingdom of Spain and the Holy Roman Empire got involved and within a two month period, three French warships had been lost. King Francis was faced with raising taxes, from his already disgruntled subjects or to finally end the war with Naples.
Queen Mary, who was dressed in a beautiful French gown, touched King Francis on his hand.
"Francis, this is a good thing. Our people can not suffer this war any longer." she said.
King Francis glared.
"I am their King. How dare they not want me to expand our Empire?" he said.
Queen Mary shook her head.
"Francis, if we are to have an Empire, it will happen. Our people should not suffer to fill our coffers. They are our subjects , not slaves." she said.
King Francis sighed.
"What does this say about me?" he said.
"That you are a wise King and you know when to stop. We could against Naples, but Spain and the Empire? Do you want them as enemies?" she asked.
Before he could answer, the herald called out:
"The Ambassador to Naples!"
The doors opened and the Ambassador, Signor Benito Capello, walked in. The older man looked at King Francis and bowed to him.
"Your Majesty." he said, in French.
King Francis nodded.
"Signor, I trust you had a pleasant journey." he said.
Signor Capello nodded his head.
King Francis stood up and walked up to the table that separated him and the old Ambassador. His secretary began to read the agreed upon terms for the Treaty of St. Germain, which would officially end the war. After everything was read, the document was placed in front of the two men. Signor Capello, signed on behalf of King Alfonso of Naples.
King Francis glared momentarily. The room was quiet and tense. Finally, the young King signed the document as well. The war was finally over.
King Francis called out:
"For France!"
Signor Capello called out:
"For Naples!"
King Francis held his hand to Queen Mary and she took it and they made their way from the signing of the Treaty to Queen Mary's private chamber.
As soon as they were alone, King Francis took a goblet of wine and took a deep drink. Queen Mary had never seen him so troubled and angry.
"Francis?" she said.
"Mary, I signed the Treaty. I will live with it, but I do not have to be content with it. I am angry and I still have to come to terms with it." he said.
Queen Mary sighed.
"Sweetheart, I am sorry. However, I think it is for the best. France will heal and no more sons and fathers will have to die. We will pray and see what happens in terms of a French Empire." she said.
King Francis looked at her.
"Spain and Portugal have Empires. The King of Candia is storming the Turks. What will France get?" he asked.
Queen Mary took his hand.
"Scotland and France will be united under our little Robert. You will never stand alone." she said.
King Francis smiled.
"God forgive me. You are more important to me than any Throne. You are the greatest gift to me." he said.
Queen Mary smiled she kissed him passionately, physically reassuring him that as long as dhe lived, he would never be alone and he would be the best King in Christendom.
15 May 1567
Palazzo Donn'Anna, Naples, Kingdom of Naples
Princess Angela of Naples' Bedchamber
Princess Angela sighed, as she got her long dark brown hair brushed by one of her ladies-in-waiting. She was being prepared for her proxy marriage to Prince Charles, the seventeen year old younger brother of King Francis and the new Duke of Orleans. Princess Angela was due to depart for France in several months for her wedding in person and would reside with her new husband. After her proxy wedding, she would be residing in this seaside Palace, until she was to leave for France.
Her main lady-in-waiting, Margherita, smiled.
"Your future husband will be very happy. You are truly beautiful, Your Highness." she said.
Princess Angela gave a small smile.
"Yes. I will say just be happy that you are not being sold to the French." she said.
Lady Margherita shook her head.
"That is not true, Your Highness. I am sure it os a wonderful match.. you'll be in a wonderful Court and will live the life of a wealthy Duchess." she said.
Princess Angela nodded.
"Yes, in an enemy Court with no allies and if I do not die from childbirth, I will have no say in their upbringing." she said.
Suddenly, another young woman walked in. She was Princess Maria, the older sister to Princess Angela.
"Angie, we have been through this. It is our duty to father and Naples." she said.
Princess Angela sighed.
"You are older. This marriage should be for you, not me." she said.
Princess Maria nodded.
"I will marry when father is ready for me to. Not before and I am content with that." she said.
Princess Angela smiled.
"I want to thank you so much for coming here with me. It is a comfort that I will not be leaving here alone." she said.
Princess Maria took her hand.
"Of course. I will miss you very much, Angle. You have been a constant companion. I pray that you are truly happy in France with the Duke of Orleans." she said.
Princess Angela had a few tears fall from her eyes.
"I will always miss you and our family. I will carry our pride to France. I will never let anyone forget who I am." she said.
Princess Maria hugged her younger sister.
"The only thing I want is for you to find your happiness in France. There is a chance that your husband may not be kind to you, however you can still find happiness for yourself. You just need to make sure that you are a true Christian wife." she said.
Princess Angela nodded.
"I intend to." she said.
There was a knock on the door, signaling that it was time for the proxy marriage to take place. Princess Angela took a deep breath and she walked out the door, with her ladies-in-waiting behind her.
21 May 1567
St. Hilarion Castle, Kyrenia, Kingdom of Cyprus
Prince Jacob, Duke of Acadia's Apartments
Prince Jacob, Duke of Acadia , was pacing. The twenty-four year old younger brother of King Janius was pacing the floor. His wife, Catherine of Andorra, was giving birth to their first child. The couple, like his older brother, were happy and in love.
Dowager Queen Rebecca stood up and walked to her second son.
"Darling, the rug will be soiled if you keep walking. Have a seat, please." she said.
Prince Jacob sighed.
"I cannot, mother. It is taking so long." he said.
Dowager Queen Rebecca nodded.
"The first child usually takes the longest. I am sure she will be fine." she said.
Prince Jacob looked at his mother.
"Was it like that for you?" he asked.
Dowager Queen Rebecca nodded her head.
"Yes. Your sister, Amadea, took nearly one whole day. The rest of you took less time. I promise it will be just fine." she said.
A door opened and King Janius and Queen Christina walked in. Both Dowager Queen Rebecca and Prince Jacob bowed.
Once the door closed, King Janius hugged his younger brother.
"How is she?" he asked.
Prince Jacob sighed.
"It's been hours." he said.
Queen Christina smiled at her brother-in-law.
"She will pull through. The Lord will see her through this pain." she said.
Suddenly, the door opened and the midwife walked out and everyone heard a loud crying.
She bowed and smiled.
"It is s healthy boy. The Duchess and child are well." she said.
Everyone sighed. Prince Jacob handed her a pouch of gold coins.
"Thank you for your service." he said.
The midwife bowed and went back into the Bedchamber to tend to the new mother and her child.
King Janius smiled.
"I told you that everything would be well." he said.
Prince Jacob nodded.
"He will be named after you, Your Majesty." he said.
King Janius smiled.
"I appreciate the gesture, however please call me brother in private. You know titles bore me in private." he said.
23 May 1567
Hofburg Place, Vienna, Austria
Archduchess Joanna of Austria's Bedchamber
Archduchess Joanna of Austria sighed, as she looked down at the ring on her finger. She had her proxy marriage performed earlier in the year to Lord Carlos Braganza, the eldest son of the Duke of Braganza in Portugal. Now, she was about to depart and leave her homeland forever to live in Portugal.
The door opened and Archduchess Joanna's stepmother, Dowager Empress Anne, walked in and smiled.
"You need to get ready, darling. We will be departing from the ship very soon." she said.
Archduchess Joanna sighed.
"I do not want this, Mama. I will be so far away and I will have no one." she said.
Dowager Empress Anne took her stepdaughter by the hand.
"Your father arranged this marriage before he died, darling. He would not have sent you to a foreign Court , if he thought you would not be cared for." she said.
Archduchess Joanna was going to speak, before Empress Isabella walked in. Both women bowed.
Empress Isabella smiled at young Joanna. She adored her husband's youngest full sister. She had just been born when she arrived in Austria and she looked at her as a younger sister, if not a daughter.
"I know you are scared, sweet Joanna, but all will be well. You will not be alone. My brother is the King of Portugal, since he's married to the Queen. Your sister, Catherine, is also in Portugal. You do have allies and she will help you find your place in Court. She is highly favored in the Queen's entourage." she said.
Archduchess Joanna nodded. Her sister, Archduchess Catherine, was sixteen years older than her and she never met her, but she hoped that they could have a sisterly bond, especially since they were the only ones of their family in the Portuguese Court.
"I pray that she is kind to me and will help me settle in well." she said.
Dowager Empress Anne smiled.
"This very well may be a love match. I loved your father very much and I still do, although I know his heart belonged to your late mother." she said.
Empress Isabella nodded.
"You know I love your brother very much. I was nervous leaving Spain, however I love it here and the family we created. I have no fear and while I will not promise you anything, I believe you should go to Portugal with an open mind and you may not be disappointed." she said.
Archduchess Joanna stood to her feet and bowed to her sister-in-law and stepmother.
"I will not disappoint you all, no matter what." she said.
Suddenly, Archduchess Judith, the youngest daughter of Dowager Empress Anne and the late Emperor Ferdinand, walked in the room.
She held out a bouquet of flowers to her older half-sister.
"I'll miss you, Joanna." she said.
Archduchess smiled at her nearly five year sister.
"I shall miss you, Judy. Be a good girl for Mama." she said.
Archduchess Judy nodded.
"I will.. I promise." she said.
Archduchess Joanna petted her little sister on her copper colored hair and nodded to the servants, who began to carry her belongings to the carriage, which would carry her to the ship that would depart for Portugal.
5 June 1567
Palace of Madrid, Madrid, Kingdom of Spain
Giovanna of Naples, Duchess of the Infantado's Bedchamber
Princess Giovanna of Naples stirred in her bed, not feeling too well. Due to her being the highest lady in Queen Elisabeth's entourage, she kept a suite of rooms near the Queen. Her husband slept in his Bedchamber in the King's Wing of the castle.
As she stood up, she noticed that the room was spinning slightly, but she decided to ignore it and noticed one of her maids was getting her hot water and dress prepared. Princess Giovanna stripped out of her nightgown and stepped into her bathing tub and she took a rose scented bath. After twenty minutes, she stood up and began to dry herself in a mirror .
The Italian princess looked at herself in a mirror. Despite being in her forty-second year, she was still very attractive with her chestnut hair and blue eyes. Giving birth to four children did not deform her figure, but she did see differences. Her breasts were still larger and even somewhat painful, despite her last pregnancy being two years ago.
After she was dressed, Princess Giovanna left her Chambers and walked down the hall to the dormitory-style rooms of the unmarried ladies-in-waiting to Queen Elisabeth.
She knocked twice on the large wooden door.
"Ladies, it is time to arise." she said, as she entered the large chamber.
The unmarried ladies-in-waiting to the Queen all slept in one Chamber, as they did not need to have privacy for a husband sharing their bed.
The ladies, began to rise, say their good mornings to each other and Princess Giovanna smiled, as she saw her youngest stepdaughter, Lady Anais de Mendoza.
"Good morning, darling." she whispered.
Lady Anais de Mendoza smiled.
"Good Morning, mama." she said.
Princess Giovanna walked and had two of her maids with her. One held a few gowns folded in her arms and the other held a large jewelry box.
Princess Giovanna cleared her throat and gently knocked on Queen Elisabeth's door.
Several moments later, King Luis opened the door, wearing only his robe.
Princess Giovanna bowed.
"Good morning, Majestad." she said.
King Luis nodded.
"Good Morning, Ladies." he said, as he made his way towards his own chambers.
Princess Giovanna walked into Queen Elisabeth's Bedchamber. Queen Elisabeth was still in bed, in her nightgown, still waking up.
Princess Giovanna and her maids bowed.
"Good morning, Majestad." she said.
Queen Elisabeth sat up and smiled at her kinswoman and friend.
"Good morning, Giovanna. Ladies." she said, kindly.
Princess Giovanna smiled.
"Are you ready to dress for the day?" she asked.
Queen Elisabeth nodded.
"Yes, I love the dress you selected. I just want to take a rose water bath first." she said.
Princess Giovanna nodded her head and instructed the maids to fill the Queen's water tub with warm rose water Queens Elisabeth stripped down and sat on her tub and began to wash herself.
Princess Giovanna looked at her Queen with a certain look.
Queen Elisabeth looked at her.
"What is it?" she asked.
Princess Giovanna smirked.
"The physicians said to wait one year. Infanta Anais is not a year old yet." she said.
Queen Elisabeth smiled.
"Despite the temptation, We did not have relations. I just wanted my him to hold me. It is wrong to enjoy the companionship of your husband?" she asked.
Princess Giovanna smiled and shook her head.
"Not at all. Even though the years are passing, I do love my husband's touch." she said.
Queen Elisabeth smiled.
"You do not really discuss your marriage. I am surprised." she said.
Princess Giovanna smiled.
"Diego is a wonderful husband. I even dare say that I love him more than my first. I gained something from him that I never dreamed of. I was blamed for the childlessness in my marriage. With Diego, I had his three from his late wife, may the Lord keep her, and also my five children." she said.
Queen Elisabeth looked at Princess Giovanna.
"Five? You've only given birth to four." she said.
Princess Giovanna nodded and placed a hand on her stomach.
Queen Elisabeth looked at her friend, in shock.
"Giovanna, are you with child?" she asked.
Princess Giovanna nodded.
"Surprisingly, yes. I have missed three bleedings. The physician suggests I retire from my duties before Christmastide." she said.
Queen Elisabeth took her hand.
"I am so happy for you. Does your husband know?" she asked.
Princess Giovanna nodded.
"Yes. He is surprised. He did not think he would father a child past sixty." she said.
Queen Elisabeth smirked.
"If the army still has soldiers, they can invade any land." she said.
Princess Giovanna gasped.
"Your Majesty." she said.
The two ladies chuckled to themselves, as the Queen dried herself and was dressed by her own maids for the day.
12 June 1567
Palace of Geguti, Imereti, Kingdom of Imereti
Queen Amadea of Imereti's Apartments
Queen Amadea sighed, as she continued her embroidery. She smiled at her eldest stepdaughter, Princess Maria, who was now fifteen years old. Queen Amadea, now only in her twenty-ninth year, was very close to her. She was also proud of her own three children.
Queen Amadea smiled at Princess Maria.
"Your embroidery is really beautiful and improved." she said.
Princess Maria smiled.
"You have taught me well." she said.
Queen Amadea rubbed her swollen stomach. She was expecting another child in five months time.
"I try my best. I am proud of the young lady you have become. I am sure your late mother would have been proud as well." she said.
Princess Maria smiled. Her late mother had died during her second pregnancy and her father, King George II, married Queen Amadea, when she was four years old.
"I love that we honor her, however I do not remember her much. You are my mother and I love you very much." she said.
Queen Amadea smiled and grabbed her hand.
"I love you as well." she said.
Princess Maria sighed.
"I have heard that father has selected my future husband." she said.
Queen Amadea nodded her head.
"He has. You will be married to Frederick, the future Duke of Holstein." she said.
Princess Maria nodded.
"Do you know anything about him?" she asked.
"He's a boy of twelve years, he's a Danish Prince. Apparently he's a good student." Queen Amadea said.
Princess Maria sighed.
"I am to be sent to Denmark. I guess it will not be terrible." she said.
Queen Amadea was about to speak, but she felt a wave of pain and grabbed her stomach.
Her ladies-in-waiting waiting rushed to her side. Princess Maria looked at her stepmother, horrified.
Lady Sophia, one of Queen Amadea's principal ladies, grabbed the Queen.
"Your Majesty? Is it the child?" she asked.
Queen Amadea put her hand between her legs and was horrified to see her hand covered in warm blood.
Lady Sophia instructed the other ladies to help the Queen to her bed and looked at Princess Maria.
"Your Highness, please forgive me, I need you to step outside." she said.
Princess Maria was going to protest, but she heard her stepmother scream and she promptly left, in horror.
Hours later...
Princess Maria was pacing back and forth. King George II had been summoned as well.
"Sweetheart, it is not your fault." he said.
Princess Maria shook her head.
"I was worrying her about my frivolous fear about my marriage. If she and the baby die, the Lord will damn me." she said.
King George stood to his feet and he held his daughter , as she sobbed.
"No matter what happens, you are not to blame for anything. These things happen and there is nothing we can do about it. Your mama is strong and the Lord will preserve her." he said.
The door opened opened and the midwife and physician walked out, the midwife wiping her bloody hands. They both bowed to King George.
"Does the Queen live?" he asked.
The physician nodded.
"Yes, Your Majesty. The Queen will recover." he said.
Princess Maria sighed, in relief.
"And the child?" King George asked.
The door opened again and Lady Sophia emerged from the Queen's room, holding a small white bundle. She bowed deeply and walked down the hall.
"I am worry, Your Majesty. The child could not be saved. " the midwife said.
King George nodded.
"What was it?" he asked.
"A girl, Your Majesty." the midwife said.
Princess Maria had tears fall down her eyes. King George took a deep breath. This was Queen Amadea's third loss. She had now lost two daughters and one son. He was thankfully that their surviving children Princess Anneliese, Prince Michael and Princess Elena were all thriving.
King George cleared his throat.
"Can the Queen receive visitors?" he asked.
The physician shook his head.
"The Queen must rest. I would suggest letting her sleep and you may see her in the morning." he said.
King George nodded his head.
"Thank you, Doctor." he said.
The physician bowed and went back in with the midwife to attend the Queen.
King George hugged Princess Maria.
"We shall say a prayer for your sister's soul. Come." he said.
Princess Maria nodded her head and followed her father the chapel to pray for her sister, who never got a chance to live.
24 June 1567
The Battlefield, Athens, Ottoman Greece
King Giacomo of Candia's Tent
It had been a difficult few years. King Giacomo has started his campaign to resurrect the Empire that the Ottomans destroyed a century ago. He had lost many men and he was tempted to falter, but he had managed to beat the Ottomans the last several times. The Sultan was now prepared to discuss a Treaty with King Giacomo.
The tent opened and his captain, Lord Andronikos, walked in and bowed.
"Your Majesty. The enemy is here." he said.
The thirty-six year old King turned and nodded and he made his way to the tent to discuss the terms. He smiled, as he saw his eldest son and heir, Prince Nicolai. The Prince was now sixteen years old and King Giacomo thought it was time for him to learn the art of warfare, although he made sure not to put his son in immediate danger.
As he entered the tent, he was face to face with the new Sultan, Selim. He was the son and heir of the late Suleiman, who had died nearly one year ago. Selim wasn't as war hungry as his father, and preferred life in his Palace, than on the battlefield.
Both rulers bowed to each other and King Giacomo took his seat.
Selim greeted King Giacomo.
"King Giacomo, we have not had the pleasure to meet in person. " he said.
King Giacomo nodded.
"That is true. I did know your father more, may he rest in peace. " he said.
Selim nodded.
"Thank you for your kindness. I , just as you, wish to end this war. What are your terms?" he asked.
King Giacomo looked at his secretary and nodded for him to speak.
"The King of Candia is prepared to honor a peace treaty. The King is willing to pull out of the land that the Sultan conquered, formerly Constantinople, if the Sultan is prepared to leave the Greek lands. You will not set foot here again and will be compensated in gold and trade with the Venetians, which will greatly enrich you. He shall reclaim his new title, already accepted by the Holy Father, as the Latin Emperor of the Greeks." he said.
Selim looked at King Giacomo.
"You can not be serious. My ancestors have been here a century." he said.
King Giacomo looked at him, with raised eyebrows.
"I have the Kingdoms of Naples, Spain, and The Holy Roman Empire as my allies. You may have the Africans, but I doubt that they will risk going to war with many Christian Kingdoms." he said.
Selim glared at him, but said nothing
King Giacomo looked at his secretary.
"Proceed." he said.
The secretary nodded.
"The Sultan will hold position in his claimed lands but the Greek Lands and will be paid a tribute annually of 100, 000 gold and the Turk citizens will not be harmed and will be guaranteed safe passage to their own destination." he said.
Sultan Selim looked at the younger King.
"Is this a farce?" he asked.
King Giacomo shook his head.
"I can assure you it is not. I am prepared to fight more , as God is on my side. I will die on the battlefield, but not before exterminating your entire line, harem and all. This is my only offer of Peace. Constantinople is too tainted, but you are not entitled to the lands of which language I speak. What say you?" he asked.
Sultan Selim sighed and whispered to his advisor. They whispered for awhile. Finally, the sultan looked up.
"Africa and and our roads to Asia belong to me." he said.
King Giacomo nodded.
"You will only give up Christian lands." he said.
The new Sultan sighed and looked at the King. He hated warfare and he did like the idea of the financial benefit. He knew his father would keep the war going, but he did not have it in him.
He looked up.
"So be it." he said.
King Giacomo nodded and smiled.
"The Treaty of Athens will be official and all will be well." he said.
The two rulers stood and they both signed the document, which was then made official with a notarized wax seal.
Prince Nicolai walked up to his father.
"You did it, Father. We won." he said.
King Giacomo nodded.
"Yes, son. With the Lord on our side, we conquered. When all is well, your mother and siblings will join us here. Glory to his name." he said.
A/N This Chapter was a long time coming. I hope you all like it. I do want to remind everyone that this is fiction. I will be writing more stories in the future as well, that maybe more plausible however. This story may have a sequel and if you would like to see that, please let me know. I do have more time to write and I am currently working on three stories at once, however I may focus on this one for a time, since it is most demanded. Please Read and Review and Chapter Seventy-Four will be out very soon!