The Prince of the Roses - A Tudor TL

Chapter 1 - Greenwich 1516
  • Chapter 1 – A most fortunate birth - Greenwich 1516


    Every church bell in London rang out loud in the city in on the 18th of February in 1516. To the commoners in the streets and the merchants in their houses it meant one thing had occurred. The speculations about the queen’s latest pregnancy had spread way outside the kingdom’s borders, in the Italian states and even to the court of the ailing Emperor Maximilian in Vienna. Ferdinand II of Aragon had died in nearly a month earlier and his passing had changed the board of European politics. Castile and Aragon was now to be handed over to Charles of Austria, the Duke of Burgundy, a man of mere sixteen years old. A year earlier the aging Louis XII had died and the new king was the dynamic and ambitious François of Angouleme. The European kingdoms were changing hands at this time and Emperor Maximilian was not long for the world either.

    The household in Greenwich Palace was blooming with joy and delight. But none was as happy as Catherine of Aragon was in this moment. A son! She had a son! After all the stillbirths and miscarriages, she finally had living son. The loud shout of joy from the midwife had been enough to tell her as the baby had entered the world in one hard push and the tears streaming down her face had been both from the pain as well as happiness that engulfed her. The baby had been big and strong, with healthy lungs that he displayed at once. Immediately a messenger had left to find the king, to let him know he had an heir at last. Catherine had heard him arriving long before he entered her chamber, his booming voice shaking the dust from the rafters and sending the drowsy birds scattering from the roofs.

    “Is it true?! Where is my son, I will see my son!” King Henry VIII came bursting through the doors, parting the courtiers and maids like the red sea as he strode towards the bed where the swaddled and sleeping infant was resting in his mother’s arms.

    “Kate, oh my beloved Kate. Are you well? I must know, for you shall lack for nothing now. You have made me the happiest man in England. This is our son, our Prince. Kate, hand me my son, so that I shall see his face.

    My lord and husband, I pray that this child shall be as great a sovereign as his father and his blessed ancestors and restore England to the greatness the lord intended it to be.”


    Henry leaned over and kissed Catherine’s damp brows. “And so, it shall be!”


    The king strode out of the chamber where the members of court had gathered, eager to hear the news leaking out by every passing minute.

    Holding up his son, he loudly proclaimed him to the assembled crowds:

    “My lords and ladies, behold your future king, Prince Edward of England!”

    Outside of the door, a drowsy Catherine could hear as the courtiers went to their knees, shouting in relief and praising their queen for delivering the salvation of the kingdom to England. And with that sound ringing of the walls of Greenwich, she shut her eyes and let sleep take her away. In her heart, she knew that this son had been her salvation, as he had protected her from disgrace and a fall that she had seen looming ever closer in the past years. Many in court also knew it, that their queen's standing had been shakier in the past years as no child she had borne had lived longer then a few weeks. Many prayed deeply for her as this latest pregnancy continued and for their Spanish queen to deliver what the Tudor dynasty desperatly needed: A Prince of the Red and White Rose for England.

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    Edward Tudor, Duke of Cornwall in 1516


    Author's Note: So I have been contemplating this scenario for a while now: What if Mary I was born a son in 1516? And this first chapter is the result of that madness. Expect Tudor Drama and shenanigans as well as references for future Shakespeare plays, because why not.
     
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    Chapter 2 - A Hapsburg disaster in 1517
  • Chapter 2 – A Hapsburg disaster in 1517


    England was a great realm to inherit, for the little Duke of Cornwall, but as far as royal inheritance, it paled compared to the collection of realms of Charles of Austria, Duke of Burgundy held in his hands. The Low Countries, compromised of the great duchies of Flanders, Brabant, Luxembourg, and the countries of Holland, Zeeland, Artois, Hainault and more, was a extremely prestigious and rich realm in their own right, they were also the dual kingdoms of Castile and Aragon in the Iberian peninsula, the Crowns of Naples and Navarre, and the potential to inherit the Austrian lands and the empire being in the hands of his grandfather, Emperor Maximilian. The Hapsburgs had come into all those realms by two marriages, of Maximilian to Mary of Burgundy and his son, Philip the Handsome to Joanna of Castile, the third child of the Catholic Monarchs, and their unexpected heiress due to her elder siblings’ disastrous deaths. As Ferdinand II of Aragon had died in 1516, Charles was now king of Spain and would make preparations for his departure to Castile in September of 1517. The journey would go over sea to quickly reach the kingdoms that were already contesting the king they had never seen and did not wish to see either. With him came his sister Eleanor, the eldest of Philip and Joanna’s children. She was to accompany him to Spain, where hopefully she would marry John, Crown Prince of Portugal. If that marriage succeeded, it would bind the neighboring kingdoms together one more, for peace and prosperity’s sake.


    None of this would come to pass. Spain’s wish to not see themselves being ruled by a foreign king came true, as the ships carrying Charles and Eleanor would never reach the shores of Castile. The last sighting of the ships came as they entered the Bay of Biscay, only to find themselves in the middle of very stormy sea, with waves being as tall as towers coming crashing down upon them. Despite the skills of the sailors and the prayers desperately to the Virgin and the saints, the royal siblings were forever lost at sea, with neither them or their ships ever seeing land. This misfortunate shipwrecking would change not only the fortunes of Spain, but also the other lands of Charles and the empire itself, and shocked the rest of Europe to their core.


    Cardinal Francisco Jiménez de Cisneros, governor of Castile and regent for Charles in his absence, found out about the incident while preparing to depart to meet his new sovereign. Rather than to venture to Asturias, where the new king had been anticipated to land, he remained in Valladolid to keep himself updated of the disaster that might have taken place. His first act was to send trusted men to bring Ferdinand of Austria to his custody, as the infante was next in line for the throne and if what had happened was true, then the next king of Spain. Ferdinand arrived quickly and without troubles, even as rumours had already spread. With him came the dowager queen of Aragon, Germaine of Foix, adding more support to Cisneros. Keeping Ferdinand safe and secure would become the main priority at the moment and if it would kill him, he would live to see Ferdinand come into his own right as monarch. For the next months, as chaos would reign, Ferdinand would be sheltered by the protection of the implacable and ferocious cardinal as the crowns of his grandparents now belonged to him.

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    Portrait of Ferdinand VI of Castile and III of Aragon in 1520

    Cisneros reached out to Aragon, where Alonso de Aragón served as regent after his father’s death. The archbishop of Zaragoza and Valencia was the bastard son of the late King Ferdinand and thus young Ferdinand’s half-uncle. Alfonso reassured him that no one would contest Ferdinand’s claim to Aragon and that Cisneros would have all the support he could muster in Aragon, he also took the opportunity to contact Alfonso de Aragón y Portugal, an important nobleman with royal blood from Aragon to add to Ferdinand’s support, something that the Count of Ampurias readily offered. Another ally that readily came to Cisneros aid was the mighty Duke of Alba, Fadrique Álvarez de Toledo y Enríquez, who had been close to the Catholic Monarchs and a stalwart ally of the Crown. With the Duke of Alba came other support from the nobility, including some members of the important Mendoza family, such as Diego Hurtado de Mendoza to the Cardinal’s side. To many of the old families of Castile, being governed by foreigners had been a awful prospect and the return of a Spanish ruler to the throne was seen as a divine blessing.

    Cisneros called the Courtes of Castile a month after the news of Charles of Austria’s fate had become public and they gathered in Valladolid, where he and Ferdinand still resided. Cisneros had to yield some minor concessions from the Crown during those days, but the bulk of royal power would be preserved for the young king. The courtes readily accepted Ferdinand as the next king of Castile and Leon and the fourteen-year-old boy swore his oath to the Courtes, rising as King Ferdinand VI. As he was a few years away from his majority, Cisneros was once more confirmed as regent and protector of Castile for the time being.

    In late October the ambassador of Portugal requested a meeting with Cisneros and Ferdinand, and weeks later an envoy crossed into Castile, sent by orders of King Manuel. Ferdinand and his court would meet them in Salamanca. Portugal had followed the drama in Castile closely since September and Manuel had for years had ambitions to reconnect his kingdom with their bigger neighbour, as his two late wives had been Castilian infantas. His first spouse was the eldest daughter of Ferdinand and Isabella, Isabella of Aragon, briefly Princess of Asturias until her death in 1498. Their only son, Miguel da Paz, had for two years been heir to both thrones until he died in Granada. Following Miguel’s passing, Manuel had married her sister, Maria of Aragon and by her he had eight living children until she passed away in the spring of 1517. His eldest daughter, Infanta Isabella was now the same age as King Ferdinand and a most proper match for him according to many. Not only would an Avis marriage ground the Hapsburg born Ferdinand in Spain, but the rich king of Portugal would certainly send a grand dowry with his daughter and it would bring peace one more between the neighbouring kingdoms on the Iberian Peninsula as well. The Courtes, Duke of Alba and Cisneros were all in favour of that match and Ferdinand seemed interested in his beautiful and cultured bride to be. Isabella herself had been devastated by the death of Charles, as she had held high ambition to wed a man likely to be a future emperor, but she had come to delight in the prospect of becoming Queen of Spain and the young couple had already begun to write letters to each other.

    The negotiations for a marriage between Ferdinand and Isabella began in earnest in December of 1517.


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    Margaret of Austria, Governor of the Hapsburg Low Countries

    Spain and Portugal were far from the only kingdom being affected by the death of Charles and Eleanor. Nowhere was the resonance as strong as in the Hapsburg Netherlands itself, whom had just lost their young ruler for the third time since 1481. Mary of Burgundy, or Mary the Rich, the sole daughter of Duke Charles the Bold, whose death in Nancy in 1477 had brought the Burgundian realms into the Hapsburgs inheritance by the marriage to then Archduke Maximilian of Austria, had died in a riding accident at the age of twenty-five, leaving her four-year-old son, Philip of Burgundy as ruler. A turbulent time would follow as Maximilian contested with both a hostile France and his rebellious subjects for control until the 1490s. Philip in his turn died in Spain in 1506, leaving his own son, six-year-old Charles as Duke, under the government of his sister, Margaret of Austria. She had maintained the control of the Low Countries for over a decade until Charles came into his own right. As he had set of towards claiming his Spanish inheritance, she had been trusted with the government once more and now she had found out that the young nephew she had pretty much raised to rule her late mother’s realms had died and so had Eleanor, her beloved niece.

    Charles death provoked a succession crisis in the Low Countries: By blood the rightful Duke was Philip’s second son, Ferdinand of Austria, now King of Spain. But this was strongly opposed by nearly all in the dutchy, whom did not want a Spanish king ruling over them whatsoever. While Margaret quickly wrote him to come claim the Dutchy and bring Spanish support, the reality was that Ferdinand was in no position to do so. Not only did Cisneros still held the regency and would never allow him to travel to Flanders, but the Courtes was adamantly opposed to let their young monarch spend money and manpower for a foreign adventure, when other matters concerned Castile and Aragon more. Cisneros had no interest or intention to spend his effort to claim the Netherlands for Spain, as he felt it had caused Castile nothing but troubles.

    The other claimant to the dutchy was Isabella of Austria, Queen of Denmark. The second daughter of Philip and Joanna had married King Christian II in 1514, at that time being third in the line after Charles, Ferdinand and Eleanor. The now seventeen-year-old Isabella found herself being a better prospect for the new Dutchess of Burgundy, something that would be eagerly supported by her husband and many in the Low Countries. Not only was Denmark a preferable partner to the Dutch subjects, but she had a husband more amenable to their interest. Another point of favour was her state, as Isabella was pregnant at this time. If she had a son, her position would be even stronger, as it would take a few years before her brother had heirs of his own.

    The Estates General gathered in Malines as the request of Margaret to prevent further disaster. Despite the rightful claims of Ferdinand, many in the estates called for Isabella to be recognised as the rightful lady of the Netherlands before her brother. Not only did the question of the succession divide the Low Countries, a wave of turmoil broke out over the realms, starting in Flanders and the cities of Ghent, Ypres and Bruges, the most powerful cities in the County, but quickly spread to Artois, Hainault and Guelders. Anti-Hapsburg sentiment rose and many demanded that the Great Privilege of 1477 be reinstated once more. In the months to come, an increased populace called for the right of Isabella to be established and Ferdinand had become even more sidelined. The Duke of Guelders declared the full independence of Guelders, Groningen and Frisia, thus coming out on the victorious side of the long conflict between Guelders and the Flemish.

    Internal division turned out to not be the only threat to the Low Countries, as external factors became more pressing. France proved to be the biggest threat, as their relationship with the Valois-Burgundians and the Hapsburgs had been extremely turbulent for several decades. Now, sensing a huge weakness in the duchy that had long been a thorn in their side, they went on attack.

    The worst news of all came from Austria in the middle of December. The emperor had died. Broken down over the successive deaths of his wife, son and grandson and granddaughter, Maximilian succumbed to grief and passed away on the 7th in Vienna. Not only had Margaret lost her father, she had lost a crucial ally in the Emperor and Austria itself and the Empire that had been carefully structured and managed for several decades by the tenacious work of Frederick III, Maximilian, Philip and Margaret had been completely swept away in storming depths in the Bay of Biscay in 1517.

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    Maximilian I, Holy Roman Emperor and the last Hapsburg Emperor



    Author's Note: I'm so sorry, you all. This is what happened:

    *my rational brain* Now lets not make too many butterflies in this timeline, lets keep the focus on England and not create huge disasters in the rest of Europe.

    *my evil brain* But don't you just want to set shit on fire and watch it burn?

    And this is the result.
     
    Chapter 3 - Copenhagen in February of 1518
  • Chapter 3 – Copenhagen in February of 1518


    A daughter.

    Isabella of Austria felt the shock rocking her to the core as the midwife announced it. Not the son she desperately needed. A daughter. The queen of Denmark sank back into the pillows, breathing heavily as the afterbirth slid out of her with another antagonising push. She had prayed for a son, not a daughter! With the troubles in the Low Countries that was unfolding and the loss of her brother and eldest sisters and the death of her grandfather, a son had been much more needed. The Estates Generals of Burgundy was torn between her brother Ferdinand, now king of Spain and herself as ruler of the Low Countries. Not only the estates, but the whole of the Low Countries had erupted into boiling rage during the winter, as they faced yet another succession crisis. French forces had already started to march into Burgundy and the Palatinate to claim it and Luxembourg and Picardy had just gotten reports of raids starting. No doubt King François would dismember the realm itself and claim as many duchies and counties as he possibly could. And now they lacked a son that would have a strong claim to Burgundy. Ferdinand would not be able to claim it, as he was constrained by his young age and the regency of that contemptible bishop. Not to mention that he seemed about to wed Isabella of Portugal rather than Anne of Bohemia and Hungary he had been promised to by the emperor in 1516. That broken betrothal would cost the family their influence in central Europe and their standing in Austria as well. Her younger sister Mary had wedded the king of Hungary and Bohemia three years ago, but the had no children yet as they were only thirteen and twelve years old as of now. And the domineering magnates did not help with expanding royal influence either. And the Ottomans would come knocking on the door one day as well. This had been a disaster of the grandest proportion and now Isabella had a daughter.

    It took hours to calm down enough to actually think after her ladies had retired after cleaning her up after the birth. After several hours of sleeping in a clean shift, with fresh beddings and her long hair washed and plaited into a braid, the haze in her head had lifted when she began to wake up. A plate of bread, cheese and pickled apples had assuaged her hunger and the herbal tea warmed her to the core. She was only seventeen as of now and she would have a son before long, this was not the end of the world. Her mother had borne Eleanor before Charles after all and none of her six children had been lost to infancy. And as for her daughter, Isabella commanded one of her maids to bring the infant to her bedside.

    Holding the wrapped bundle in her arms, Isabella could tell the infant was big and sturdy, with fine pinkish skin and clear eyes. No doubt feed by her wetnurse and dozing with her little belly full of milk, the baby seemed as priceless as the rarest rubies to her. Isabella pressed a kiss to her little forehead as she settled back to the pillows.

    Margaret, she decided on. Her daughter would be named Margaret, for her aunt Margaret of Austria, for her step-great grandmother Margaret of York and for the great Margaret of Denmark whom had unified the crowns of Denmark, Norway and Sweden into an empire in the north and for the Hungarian saint by the same name. Isabella made a promise to her sleeping baby that she would not fall prey to the clutches of France as her grandmother and aunt had nearly been and that Margaret of Denmark and Austria would stand by her the day her mother crowned herself as the ruling lady of the Low Countries, as valiant and steadfast as her ancestors that had stood tall in the face of their enemies had done in the past.

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    Margaret of Denmark and Austria in 1528




    Author's Note: So it's new year and here is a new chapter for you all! I know these chapters are rather short, but that is because I don't really have a concrete plans for where I want to go, so please be patient with me. But here we have a daughter for the Low Countries and Denmark! And France is causing havoc as usual, but what else is new? Isabella is such a underestimated historical character, always getting shunted into the background in favor of Charles and Eleanor, so I wanted to explore a scenario where she would be more front and center. And I liked the name Margaret as it had connections to both the Low Countries and Denmark. And I love that portrait in general.
     
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    Chapter 4 - 1518
  • Chapter 4 – 1518


    The death of Charles and Eleanor had come an immense shock to the court of England and especially to their aunt, Catherine of Aragon. The queen of England had looked forward to becoming the aunt of a man whom ruled Spain and the Low countries and a prospective next emperor as well and now all those visions had sunken with the boat in Biscay. The Low Countries would fall under the influence of Denmark now and her niece had been delivered of a daughter, rather than the much-needed son all had wished for.

    King Henry the eight of England could barely believe the sudden change in European politics. Two years ago, it had seemed impossible that it would turn to this. The Hapsburgs seemed like the perfect ally against France and since the relationship with his Aragonese father-in-law had soured with the trickery Ferdinand had pulled in 1513 to acquire Navarre, he had been ready to cast Catherine aside. The chance of Catherine providing the Tudors with a son to safeguard England from chaos had seemed unlikely and he had cursed himself for not waiting for Eleanor of Austria to grow old enough to wed instead. Now she and Charles had perished and Catherine, his Spanish Catalina, the daughter of that two-faced son of a thousand fathers in Aragon had given him a prince. Her other nephew, the young Ferdinand had become king of Spain instead and would wed his Portuguese bride as soon as possible, but some problems had occurred during the negotiations. For one, Ferdinand had already been promised to Anne of Bohemia and Hungary by his grandfather and the young king Louis demanded that he honour that promise, even sending a delegation to the Pope in Rome to plead the case. And so did the Estates in Austria, as they would not accept Ferdinand as their archduke unless he honoured the treaty between the Jagellions and the Austrian Hapsburgs. Portugal and Spain also reached out to the pope, claiming that the promise had become null and void as Ferdinand had become king of Spain and had no say in the betrothal that had been arranged by his grandfather while he still was a minor. The current pope Leo X had asked all parties to wait with the marriage as he considered all sides. His thinking was that with the resources of Spain, a match with Hungary would benefit Europe as the two intended spouses could be even more motivated with stopping the Ottomans advancement. The Spanish envoy argued that while Ferdinand’s primary concern was to keep the Turks from taking over Christendom, a marriage with Isabella would be more beneficial as Portugal would bring bigger benefits than Anne would for Spain.

    Catherine had argued for a match between Ferdinand and Isabella during the summer, stating that a Portugal allied with Spain would also benefit England as it otherwise risked falling under the influence of France, as it had done during the War of the Castilian Succession that her mother and father had fought in their youth. Henry also saw it like that and decided to demand for Wolsey to write to Leo to let the marriage of the Spanish king and the Portuguese infanta go through.

    Henry had also been privy to another secret that summer: his wife had confided in him that she had quickened once more, a gift he could hardly believe. Their son had turned into an energic toddler and now they might have a Duke of York to boot? Catherine could have asked him for the whole world at that moment and he would have happily granted her that.

    Marriage offers had come for little Ned’s hand after his birth, the first being from France and the second from Portugal. Francois had offered either one of his eldest daughters, Louise or Charlotte of Valois-Angouleme, while Portugal had offered Isabel of Braganza, as a royal proxy as Manuel had no daughter in the right age. And now there was the little daughter of Denmark and Austria as well. Either girl would do quite well for little Ned and Henry intended to find out what the parties could offer him before he made his decision.

    In the evening he decided to seek the company of his wife and set of towards her apartments in the palace of Richmond. One of Catherine’s ladies let him in the room, while quietly informing him that her mistress was resting at the moment. Henry had no intentions to cause any disturbance and found her dozing in front of the fireplace in a comfortable stuffed high chair with an illuminated manuscript in her lap. Her russet gown had its stays loosened to accommodate her thickening waist and her head was covered in a simple linen cap, rather than the statelier gable hood. For a long moment he stood just watching her. It seemed hard to understand at times, but he felt a stronger love for her than ever. Ferdinand had betrayed him, the Hapsburgs had been drowned at sea, the Danish stood to gain even more ground and the emperor had died. In all of this, Catherine had stood firm and faithful by his side. She had vanquished the Scots at Flodden and she had given him the son he so dearly craved. And now she might do it again.

    “I should never have doubted you. I was a foolish man to lose my affections for you and a faithless husband. I have a son now and I shall not let Ned see me disrespect his mother again. Forgive me, Kate, my beloved wife. I shall never praise another woman as loudly as I shall you.”

    Still silent, he left the rooms, shutting the door behind him as softly as he could so that she would not be woken. Kate was carrying a Duke of York under her heart and thus he would not barge into her chamber like this again. He decided to seek out the company of Bessie instead that night, as Catherine was left to her rest.


    In the spring of 1518 war broke out between the Low Countries, Denmark and France as Isabella of Austria refused the marriage between Margaret and Francois, the Dauphin in order to betroth her infant to Edward, Duke of Cornwall instead. Francis had signed a truce with the regents of Spain regarding Naples to focus his efforts on the pesky duchy that for decades had defied French control. The invasion of Burgundy and Franche-Comté stepped up a notch when Odet de Foix was sent with fresh troops under his command to retake the areas for once and all from the Hapsburgs. At the same time, Francis set his sights on Picardy and Vermandois near the french border, abandoning the efforts on taking Luxembourg at the moment.

    Isabella and Christian arrived to a chaotic war scene in the Low Countries and meet with Margaret of Austria in Breda, where the Estates Generals had been summoned to meet the new lord and lady of Burgundy. The estates were deeply torn of whether to vote for more men and resources to defend Burgundy and Franche-Comté or to focus the effort on solely defending Picardy and Vermandois. They demanded that the Great Privilege would be reinstated once more as a condition to confirm Isabella and Christian as rulers, as it had been done in 1477 after Charles the Bold’s death and Isabella and Charles accepted those terms.

    The Flemish delegates wanted a match with England for baby Margaret, who remained in Copenhagen for the time being, while the Burgundian party wished for her to wed the Dauphin instead, as that would most likely bring peace and an end to the war that continued far into the summer. Margaret of Austria advised her niece to enter into an alliance with the Tudors to avoid little Margaret suffering the same fate she herself had been forced to after Mary of Burgundy’s death. Her husband on the other side advised her to make peace with France and that their daughter becoming queen of France would allow them to focus on consolidating their control of the Low Countries, rather than the more remote possessions. The Danish estates had also voiced their objection to the treasury being drained in order to fight with France and that an alliance with a mighty kingdom as them would be a high honor for Denmark, as no Danish princess had been married into the french royal family since Ingeborg of Denmark had wed Philip II Augustus many centuries ago. Isabella had wasted no time in attempting to have a son this time and she became pregnant in August and declared it to the estates in October. Prayers in all the low countries rose that this time their new duchess should be blessed with a sturdy son to secure the independence of the realm.


    In September Pope Leo X finally ruled on the matter regarding Ferdinand’s betrothal to Anne of Bohemia and Hungary and settled the matters once and for all. Since the arrangements for the marriage had been made by the late Maximilian while Ferdinand was still a child, Leo declared that the agreement was null and void and that: “The King of Castile and Aragon is free to dispose of his hand in marriage as he sees fit to do. We wish the very best for the union between the most splendid christian King and the most illustrious Dona Infanta Isabel of the House of Avis of the royal kingdom of Portugal.”

    This proclamation was joined by a papal dispensation for Ferdinand to wed Isabella, his first cousin and it was read aloud by Cardinal Cisneros before the whole of the court. In Portugal this sent the whole court into action, as preparations shifted into gear. Isabella would bring a dowry of 600,000 crusados with her into the marriage and loads of treasures from the orient, gold and silver plates, tapestries and rich fabrics in her trousseau as well and her departure from Portugal would take place after the Christmas celebrations. Cisneros wished for Isabella to come immediately, but her widowed father wished to spend on last Christmas with his favourite child before she left for Spain. The aging cardinal understood the reasoning, but grumbled regardless. At the age of 82 he felt his strength fading and while Ferdinand had taken on more and more of the government burdens in the past two years, he was still sixteen and not fully an adult yet. Furthermore, Cisneros wished to live long enough to see his young charge wedded and bedded before he passed away, knowing that it had been his late king’s wish to see the kingdoms of Aragon and Castile fall to his namesake grandson. With the support of Portugal, Ferdinand’s rule would be secure and then he could go to the lord. Getting married swiftly would also keep Ferdinand from succumbing to the temptations of the flesh, as young princes and kings were far to prone too. So far, he had been a model of virtue in that regard, but several young ladies had been batting their eyelashes at him and Cisneros could not be everywhere all the time.


    In England the whole court erupted in joy on the tenth of November as a second miracle took place. After a short labour, Queen Catherine delivered yet another fine prince to her husband. As the court had fled London due to the sweating sickness in the city, they had taken up residence in Nottingham castle in to protect themselves. Little Ned resided in Winchester castle in Hampshire at the moment with his household and companions. His nurse, mistress Bryan sent weekly rapports to his worried parents about their precious son. Ned seemed to be doing just fine and liked to play with his toy soldiers or playing on his set of drums with such great vigour that the drumsticks had to be replaced.

    Little Henry Tudor, as he would be baptised as, or Hal of Nottingham as he would be commonly called spent his first weeks in life safe from the frightening plague and other terrors. Unlike his brother, the festivities of his birth would be far less at this time, due to the epidemic in the capital, but never the less, the citizens of Nottingham brought gifts of food and flowers to the castle and the aldermen in the city and the mayor all gathered some treasures, such as a golden chalice, rings of silver and a richly decorated manuscript with Saint George and the Dragon on the front, along with roses of silk to decorate the queen’s room. Henry and his courtiers opted to ride around Nottingham to share the joy and dispense alms to the cheering crowds, while Catherine rested after the birth and enjoyed some of the dishes prepared with the food Nottingham had given their blessed king and queen, while her maids placed the lovely flowers around the rooms. The days was somewhat spoiled by rain and cold winds as it was the beginning of November and Henry spent the evening being treated to mulled wine and roasted capon and fish by the most prominent men in the city, while his companions delighted in the cheer and in the pretty women that seemed to slip in and out of the building. For his part, Henry did not seem to be interested in any company of the fairer sex at that time, as his emotional focus was both on his treasured wife, but also his merry Bessie. She had confided in him that she had become pregnant and would likely deliver the child sometime in June of next year. While the news of that had delighted him, it did not impact him the same way as it would in the past. Catherine had given him another son, so what use was a bastard for him now? Of course, he would provide for Bessie and the baby, but his sons, his trueborn sons, required his attention far more now.

    And it was with a heart soaring with joy that Henry Tudor rose to his feet and called for a toast for the most fortunate king, their blessed Queen Catherine and the two sons that had brought all so much joy to the kingdom of England. And in the room all people raised their goblets in unison and shouted their praise for the miracle that England had been given to them.

    For our King Henry! For our Queen Catherine! For God and Saint George, himself!

    Outside of the windows, the chilly rain continued to fall from the skies and the frost creeped in and by the next morning, the streets and roofs would be covered in a fine dusting of glistering white snow. But right now, the fireplaces spread their warmth, the food and drink delighted the king and the warm covers and linens gave Catherine a comfortable bed to sleep in until the morning would arrive. For the Tudors, the year of 1518 ended on a very high note.


    Author's Note: So my thinking is to post the chapters (so far) as one chapter per year. This is probably gonna change over time, but this is the format we are doing at the moment. England has another Prince! Our Henry has his little Hal at last! And Catherine deserves everything nice and soft here.
     
    Chapter 5 - 1519
  • Chapter 5 – 1519


    Henry and Catherine would not return to London until March of 1519 as the plague disappeared at the in the end of December. The city greeted them with great cheers as it was their first time appearing there and more gifts arrived, for baby Hal that came with them and jewelled brooches and rings for Catherine, while Henry got a splendid white horse and a fine bow and quiver of arrows by the aldermen, as he delighted in hunting.

    The king immediately gathered his council upon their return, to carefully monitor the development in the Low Countries. Flemish and Danish forces, along with additional english soldiers that had been sent to Calais had beaten back the French at the border of Artois, but Picardy had been taken and the estates in Burgundy and the Franche-Comté had decided to throw their lot in with the Valois, as they did not wish to become ruled by the Danish. Furthermore, many in Burgundy felt a greater familiarity with their French neighbours than their absent Dutch rulers and the prospect of being governed by Spain was even worse. In June the Burgundian cities opened their gates to Odet de Foix and submitted to their new liege, as Francis himself entered the city and gave a regal display of proclaiming amnesty for the leaders of the city to general acclaims. He also ensured that food would be sent into the cities to feed the starved populace and secured the remaining ducal officials still loyal to the dutch, several whom ended up as hostages, while others ended up facing the executioner’s axe as a warning.

    The fall of the Burgundian heartlands caused the Estates General to urge Christian and Isabella to make peace with France at last. Christian’s initial success in getting Danish aid to his wife’s cause had started to run out as the Danish government wanted peace with France and began to withhold aid, unless a peace treaty was signed. Christian’s uncle, Frederick had also become an opponent of the union, claiming that soon all of Denmark and Norway would be ruled by the Dutch that would drain the coffers of the kingdoms in order to fight their vainglorious wars against France. All of this forced Isabella and Christian to send for a truce in the fighting and to meet with the Francis in order to make peace. Isabella gashed her teeth by this, but her mood had already lifted in the end of May, as she gave birth to the son she desperately had longed for. John of Denmark and Austria had been named for his grandfather, but also for the old Dukes of Burgundy that had born the same names. Isabella had wished to name her son Philip for her late father, but John went well for both realms and regardless of the name, a son secured her position further and the dutch delegates once more gathered to her side. While Christian’s position in Denmark had become difficult, his standing in the low countries was far better, as he seemed far more suited to being their ruler.

    Christian and Isabella, along with Margaret of Austria meet with King Francois and Anne, Duke of Montmorency in the city of Saint-Quentin to negotiate for the treaty that would end the war between their realms. Francis first demands was the hand of Margaret of Denmark and Austria for the Dauphin, and for the territories of Burgundy, Franche-Comté, Picardy and Vermandois as her dowry. In return he would acknowledge Isabella’s right to Flanders, Brabant, Hainault, Artois, Luxembourg and the counties of Holland and Zeeland and the Northen territories nearby. Isabella was infuriated over handing over so many territories and nearly walked out, but Christian managed to calm her down so that the negotiations would continue. Christian was prepared to accept those terms as long as Francis would take those realms instead of an additional cash dowry and instead sent a war repatriation to the dutch for his aggression. While Isabella was furious over the loss of her family’s land, Christian saw the reality of the situation. He also had to consider his tenuous standing in Denmark and the will of his own kingdom to make peace with France. This treaty would ensure that his uncle would not get any backing from Francis either, and that was crucial for him. Eventually Francis agreed to Christian’s terms and would send a sum of 400,000 francs as repatriation, while also removing all remaining soldiers from Luxembourg and Artois. Little Margaret was to be handed over to France at once to be raised in court alongside her toddling future spouse. The betrothal to Edward of England had been broken and Christian sent a delegation and ships to bring his daughter to the Low Countries from Copenhagen two weeks later. It would take more then three months before Margaret arrived in the port of Middleburg in Zeeland, but Francis was prepared to wait, knowing that a sea voyage could be perilous to a small toddler and since she was the lynchpin in this treaty, better it go slow then risking the prestigious tiny bride’s life. Margaret spent an additional three months in the Ghent while her trousseau was gathered to outfit her as a splendid bride. Not only would she bring valuable objects from Denmark, as well as furs, velvets and cloth of gold, but also treasures from Flanders. Tapestries from Tournai that had been displayed during the marriage of Charles the Bold and Margaret had been included and a verdure one displaying the arms of Burgundy had been packed for the trousseau, as well as gold, silver and coppery plates and dishes. Margaret also got a collection of books and paintings from her aunt and jewellery belonging to her grandmother Juana of Castile. As the princess was less then two years old, plenty of fabrics such as linens, silks, brocades and velvets was gathered to make clothes for her in the future and she got a truly impressive number of shoes in many sizes for her little feet’s sake.

    Isabella delayed in sending her daughter over to the France, claiming that more journeys would be hazardous to her health, thus she was able to keep her daughter with her for the winter of 1519, but her excuses ran out in February, where she finally departed to the border where the handover would take place in the city of Guise. Margaret would be able to keep some of her Danish and Flemish attendants, such as her devoted nurse, but her entourage would be nearly all made up by French courtiers after she arrived in Blois where the dauphin also resided. At the age of two, Margaret had grown into a sturdy toddler with fine skin and coppery brown hair and dark grey eyes. Her nurses remarked that she was a delightful little girl and Francis boasted about her saying that “the dauphine never cries”.


    England did not take the Treaty of Saint-Quentin very well. Not only had the betrothal by Margaret and Edward been tossed aside, but France had gained the lands of Picardy that laid near Calais, the last stronghold in France. Henry was furious by the betrayal and threatened to invade Picardy to drive the french away from the region, but parliament refused to authorise the levies of taxes for another war. Wolsey was also very intent on keeping his king from declaring war at France once more and urged him to seek peace with the Valois king. Henry had also gotten an offer for the eldest surviving daughter of Francis and Claude, Princess Charlotte, as she was the same age as Edward. Henry agreed on the betrothal in the winter, but he wasn’t fully ready to commit to it just yet. Catherine pushed for another match for Ned, instead, while Isabel of Braganza still remained an option as well.



    In Spain, King Ferdinand VI of Castile and III of Aragon had finally married Isabella of Portugal in February of 1519. The infanta had crossed into Spain in the end of January where she had been greeted by the duke of Calabria and the duke of Béjar as well as the aged archbishop Cisneros, the architect of the marriage between her and Ferdinand. The men escorted her to Seville, where Ferdinand would arrive three days later. Their wedding took place two days later in the cathedral of Seville itself, packed to bursting with nobles, clerics, members of the Courtes and merchants of all kinds. The celebrations continued for several days, accompanied by fiestas and dancing, masses and bullfighting. Cisneros breathed a relief at the wedding, knowing that his efforts had finally born the fruit it was meant to. It also signified Ferdinand coming into his full adulthood and him taking the full reign of government in his hands and Isabella quickly became steadfast advisor as well as loving spouse. She managed to soothe his worries over the treaty of Saint-Quentin that stole Ferdinand’s Burgundian inheritance in favour of his sister and niece. For the first year of his reign, he depended much on the advice of Cisneros and the archbishop of Zaragosa, but as they year progressed, he became more independent and started to take his own prerogatives. The whole kingdom erupted in joy as in the December while the court had taken up residence in the Alcazar of Segovia. The queen was delivered of a fine and healthy son just before Christmas. The birth of a prince could not have been a better end to the year and while many suspected that Ferdinand would name his son for one of his Hapsburg ancestors, the king showed his Castilian pride and the infant was baptised as Juan instead.

    One spot of sorrow darkened the last days of 1519, as the Archbishop of Toledo passed away on the 29th. Francisco Jiménez de Cisneros had risen from humble beginnings to become cardinal, archbishop and later regent for Castile and his death was mourned in the whole of the kingdom. Between the death of Isabella and the chaotic time that had followed after the death of Philip and the sickening of Juana I, the regency of Ferdinand and shock from the death of Charles and Eleanor, Cisneros had been the most steadfast man in Spain. His efforts had thwarted rebellions, founded a university, and safeguarded the crowns power until Ferdinand came of age. His final triumph had been the alliance with Portugal and the resulting marriage that had resulted in Prince Juan. To Spain he left an adult sovereign prepared to undertake the great effort of ruling the three realms and to fulfil the vision that Isabel I and Ferdinand II had of their kingdom’s future. His death was immensely mourned by Ferdinand and Isabella and the king uttered the words:

    “He saved the whole future of these kingdoms and prevented the realms from being infested by carrion birds and foreign vultures that would feed of the rich lifeblood of Castile for their own prosperity.”


    England saw their own Prince in 1519, as Edward, Duke of Cornwall became invested as Prince of Wales in a glittering December ceremony. At the age of three he had become a tall and strong boy for his age, running his nurses ragged with his boundless energy. Henry was beaming with pride at the sight of his son, the very image of himself with a thick mop of coppery hair and a smattering of freckles. His brother would be named as Duke of York at the same ceremony, both children being named as knights of the Garter as well.

    Edward and Henry was not the only children of the king at this time. Their sister, Elizabeth Fitzroy was baby still in the cradle. Bessie Blount had not born a son, but a daughter to the king in 1519. While Henry was happy about the birth of his little girl, his pride was mostly focused on his sons, as they would be the true heirs to his kingdom. Bessie received an allowance from the king instead, and as well a chest stuffed full with fabrics and coppery dishes as a gift. Her father received a pair of horses and a pouch of gold coins, as a condition for him to take care of little Elizabeth. He also ordered Wolsey to keep track of his daughter from time to time and to make sure nothing was amiss in her early years. Elizabeth would later enter court when she had gotten older and her mother married well, with the king’s permission, but that was the end of her tenure as his mistress. Another lady would later become the king’s sweetheart. Her entrance in court would come after the new year.


    In that December, Isabella of Austria would announce her third pregnancy to the Flemish court in Bruges where she resided. Her husband intended to leave in January for his own kingdom in Denmark where his uncle had grown even bolder, despite Isabella’s protest. Little John would remain with his mother in the Low Countries, safely ensconced in Malines in his great-aunt’s care. Isabella herself was unwilling to leave Flanders and the estates refused to let her leave. Christian intended to retake Denmark and Norway and to finally claim the Crown of Sweden. This would continue the Kalmar Union that his father had worked for his entire life. The estates had been reluctant to see him leave the Low Countries, but granted him money and men to take with him to Copenhagen and wished him success with his endeavour in Scandinavia. The king of France had actually upheld his part of the treaty and had given Christian access to French resources and a handful of ships against his uncle. He had also made clear that he considered Frederick’s claim to the throne illegitimate and that Christian had his full support.

    The king said a tearful goodbye to his queen in Middleburg on the 17th of January upon his departure and wished her the best in governing Flanders and that she would raise their son to become a mighty prince for the three crowns of the north and the Flemish lands. He also asked for the virgin’s blessing for the unborn child that Isabella was carrying in her womb and hours later he boarded the boats that would take him back to Denmark. Isabella remained at the harbour, wrapped in velvets and furs against the icy cold, keeping her gaze on the fading sails of her husband’s ships until they had disappeared over the horizon. If anyone noted the tears in her eyes, she could blame it on the chilly winds that sweep in from the North sea.

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    Isabella of Austria, Queen of Denmark and Norway and Duchess of the Low Countries.


    Author's Note: So France really got the greatest deal in this marriage and the Burgundians lost many territories. But the heartlands of the Low Countries are still in their hands. Henry is pissed of that France stole little Maggie right from underneath their nose and snatched Picardy as well. In spain things are going much better and Ferdinand and Isabella has a son now! Farewell to Cisneros thou!
     
    Chapter 6 - 1520
  • Chapter 6- 1520


    In 1520 it had become obvious for the young king of Spain that he had lost his paternal inheritance in the Low Countries and Burgundy to both his sister Isabella and her Danish husband and the rapacious claws of France. As Ferdinand came of age and would begin to take personal control over the crowns of Castile and Aragon, he was faced with a huge dilemma. Would his focus be on retaking his ancestral lands in Flanders and Austria or to consolidate his mother’s realms? For three years, Ferdinand had been under the influence of the pro-spanish Cisneros until the latters death, and the almighty cardinal had not been a friend of the Burgundian cliché. His dying letters to his young charge had heavily emphasized that the destiny of Spain was the most importance, and that being muddled up with the affairs of France, and the distant Flemish troubles was to neglect Castile and Aragon. Peter Martyr also declared that the Flanders troubles had nearly brought Spain into a dark time, and that the king of Spain was the king of Spain. Queen Isabella was also a staunch proponent of the pro-spanish movement and she had quickly won her husband’s ear. If Ferdinand had possessed the grandiosity of Maximilian and Philip, perhaps he would have declared his claim to both the dutch lands and the Austrian kingdoms, but his personality was one of energetic consolidator, not a grandiose conqueror.

    Castile, Aragon, Navarre, Sicily, Naples and Sardinia were to be the focus on his whole life from 1520 and onward. Not the far-flung imperial possessions, or the Low Countries. At the gathered courtes in 1521 he declared for all assembled that he was the king of Spain, not the emperor or a duke, much to the relief of many. A small faction of the courtes and courtiers was disappointed that the universal ambitions had fallen apart, but for many, the declaration was a sign of the blessings Spain had been given from God. Ferdinand also accepted the wishes of the courtes that no foreigners should be given important posts in the kingdom and that no precious metal would be brought out of the kingdom either. To replace the late Cardinal Cisneros as Archbishop of Toledo, Ferdinand appointed Alonso III Fonseca, the archbishop of Santiago de Compostela in Galicia, a well-respected choice to fill the shoes the domineering giant had left behind.

    The king and queen began a long royal progress across Castile in spring of 1520, leaving Prince Juan behind in the nursery of the Alcázar of Segovia, surrounded by trusted guardians. The vacuum left behind after Isabella’s death and the regency of Ferdinand II and Cisneros had left to a weakening of royal power and Ferdinand was firmly determined to take control of Castile and Aragon. Arevalo, Medina Del Campo, Valladolid, Palencia and Burgos enjoyed long visits, as well as Pamplona in Navarre, where Ferdinand struck down a rebellion against the Spanish, until he and Isabella reached Zaragosa in Aragon in the end of summer. Ferdinand and Isabella was jointly crowned in the Cathedral of the Savior in the traditions of Aragonese kings. Isabella was dowered with the cities belonging to her late grandmother and spent considerable time to refurbish the Aljafería Palace and the extended palace built by the catholic monarchs on the north side of the complex. The new queen of Aragon seemed to enjoy the company of Germaine of Foix, the widow of Ferdinand II.

    Germaine had only born one child to her husband, a short-lived son in 1509, and since then she had resided in court as a cherished second mother to Ferdinand. Her support in Aragon proved invaluable to Ferdinand during his first years and she soon became a trusted friend and mentor to Isabella. Ferdinand arranged the marriage between her and Ferdinand, Duke of Calabria in 1520 shortly after his arrival and designated them as Viceroys of Valencia. The marriage would become a very happy one, as the couple enjoyed music, poetry and literature and Germaine began to carefully integrate Valencia itself into the castile dominated Spain. Despite her failure to bear heirs to Ferdinand II, she did successfully deliver one to her new husband. In 1524, Germaine gave birth to her only child, Isabel of Calabria, named in honour of the queen, whom carried the baby to her christening. As a gift to her god-daughter, Isabella gave 133 large pearls to Germaine and promised her that she would one day have a great place in her court.

    The winter of 1520 saw Ferdinand and Isabella celebrating in the city of Cordoba, where the queen would delight her husband once more, as she announced in secretly her second pregnancy and then publicly to the court after the new year’s celebrations had come to pass. It had been a good year for Spain, and as the kingdom had mostly settled with their new monarchs, Ferdinand decided to focus on the constant plague that was at the borders of the Iberian peninsula: The Barbary Pirates.

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    Isabella of Portugal, Queen Consort of Castile and Aragon in 1525

    Isabella was not the only royalty expecting a child or being delivered of one in 1520. Isabella of Austria had delivered of a stillborn child in late April, while across the channel, their aunt was expecting once more. The last pregnancy of Catherine of Aragon had shocked both her and the court, as neither had expected her to quicken once more after the Duke of York in 1518. As she was only 36 at this time, the queen seemed determine to use her last childbearing years for England’s use and the prayers of all in court was in unison for the sake of her health and that of her child. The king himself had praised it as a miracle and that he was certain the child his wife was carrying was a third son, his Duke of Bedford. Catherine wrote to her dear friend, Maria Salinas, that while she prayed for another son, she knew that regardless of the outcome of this pregnancy, that it would be her last. If she bore a son or daughter to her husband, she prayed to the Virgin Mary that this child would live and that she would be spared the pain of yet another lost child.

    The end of the year saw the preparations of Catherine’s eldest son departure from the nursery in Eltham Palace to begin his duties as the Prince of Wales. Catherine had been anxious for her son taking up residence in Ludlow Castle, as it had been the place where Arthur had died and she herself had fallen ill. Henry had also been concerned for his heir and in 1516, after Edward’s birth, he had ordered the castle torn down as it was falling into decay. Henry ordered a new and improved castle built on the same spot, and it was finished in the autumn of 1520. To improve sanitation, the livestock had been ordered to be penned in, rather than walking around everywhere and the corridors of the castle regularly swept. The new palace also had beautiful gardens and a tennis court for the prince and his company to enjoy. Henry continued to add improvisations during the next years and Edward seemed to delight in his new home when he arrived in the beginning of summer of the next year.

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    Palace of the Prince of Wales in 1525

    Catherine was saddened by Edward’s leaving, but her other son, Hal of Nottingham was still in London and as her pregnancy continued to grow, the Queen allowed herself to relax as the end of the year came with great festivities once more.


    Author's Note: So here we go with the year of 1520. Ferdinand makes the decision to abandon the Low Countries to focus on the Spanish empire instead, Germaine avoids the abusive shitbag she married as her second husband and little Ned goes off to Wales and his shiny new palace, while his mum in expecting her last child back in England.
     
    Chapter 7 - 1521
  • Chapter 7 - 1521


    The end of January saw the birth of Catherine of Aragon's last child and only daughter. Mary Tudor, named for the Virgin arrived into the world on the 28th just before evening. The Queen had taken up residence in Windsor Castle and the heralds would fire salute from the round tower to proclaim that a princess had been born. A fleet footed messenger had been sent running with all due haste to St George’s Chapel where the king and his court was praying for the queen and her safe delivery. Upon seeing the young man rushing in, red faced and panting, the king rose up quickly, cutting off all the noise immediately.

    “Lad, do you come from the queen’s chamber?” Henry demanded.

    “Your Majesty, I do. The queen’s grace asked me to tell you…” the messenger couched from his exertion, much to his embarrassment.

    “Easy lad. Breathe. What has the queen asked of you?”

    “Your majesty, the queen has delivered a beautiful little princess and ask that you come see her as soon as you wish.”

    “I have a daughter?! Is the queen and the child well?”
    Henry nearly shouted with relief.

    “Yes, her grace is doing well and so is the princess.”

    The courtiers held their breath, as they waited for Henry’s reaction. The king had spoken often of his future third son, his precious duke of Bedford, the last son in the trinity of heirs Catherine would give him. How would he react to a daughter instead?

    “Have the church bells rung in every city! My Castilian rose had gifted me a fair Princess! My lords and ladies, lets give praise to the God and the Virgin! My daughter shall be named in her honour, let us all cheer for the Princess Mary of England!”

    His joy was infectious and the gathered men and women broke into loud cheers as he spoke. Shouts of “God save the king! God bless the queen! Long live Princess Mary!” rose in the chapel hall from all assembled.

    “Wolsey, Wolsey, Wolsey, where are you?!” Henry shouted.

    “Your majesty, I am here!” the lord chancellor called, nearly elbowing through the crowds as to reach his king. Henry’s grin was wide and he clapped the cardinal on the back of the shoulder with force enough to nearly bring him to his knees. Wolsey straightened himself as quickly as possible, adjusting the cardinal cap the king had nearly knocked off. “I share your delight in this blessing, your grace. All of England will share it as well in the coming days.”

    “A fine blessing indeed! And we shall share it with the people as is proper. Prepare a tournament and a feast in the Princess’s honour! I want fireworks and dancing a plenty! Fountains shall run with wine! Let all good men and woman in England share in our joy! Wolsey, see it done!”

    “Your majesty, it will be done as you order! This will be a grand occasion in the Princess honour.”


    With that said, Henry ordered the chaplain to have the Te Deum sung in the chapel and he himself sang along with joy and pride in his voice, alongside his happy court.

    Henry strode over to Catherine’s apartments after the mass had ended. The king was nearly skipping with joy as he strode along the corridors, accompanied by his dear friend, Henry Norris. As they drew near the door of the queen’s chamber, one of her younger ladies stepped out and froze as she nearly collided with the king.

    “Madam, will you tell the queen’s grace that the king had come to see her?”

    The woman stared at Henry without being able to put her words out and only managed to make a squeaking sound, like that of a mouse being stepped on. Norris snapped his fingers in front of her face to break her out of the trance. The poor woman jumped and curtsied to the king, babbling apologises for her behaviour so fast the words stumbled over each other.

    “Majesty, I’m so sorry, please forgive me, I will of course let the queen know you are here, please, only a moment!” she managed to say, before dashing back into the rooms, leaving Henry Norris laughing with mirth and even the king chortled. “Your grace must have frightened her so! I dare say the lass looked like a deer about to face the hunter’s arrows!”

    Henry shook his head at his friend’s antics. “She must be new to my wife’s household, none of her maids acts like that nowadays.”

    Their words were interrupted by Elizabeth Stafford, Duchess of Norfolk. The duchess was the chief lady of Queen Catherine, she gracefully curtsied and invited them both into the chamber where her mistress was resting. Catherine sat up in her bed as the king approached and smiled at him. “My darling Kate. How are you feeling? Are you well?”

    “My lord, I am fine. The birth was not too taxing and I have rested plenty.”


    Henry leaned over and kissed her temple and then her hand. “I am relieved beyond words. We have a fair princess together.”

    “Your majesty, would you like to see the lady Mary?”
    The wetnurse asked and curtsied at the king. In her arms was a wrapped bundle and Henry beckoned for her to come closer. Gingerly, she placed her burden in his arms and took a step back. Henry peered at his daughter. Mary slept without a care in the world, warmly swaddled in linens and wools to protect her from the cold. The king’s daughter had a round face with a rosy complexion and downy, reddish hair underneath her little cap. “She is as beautiful as her mother. My pearl, Mary, my little rose without thorns.” Henry gives her back to the wetnurse and turns his smile towards Catherine, once more the first woman in his heart.

    The celebrations for Mary’s birth were grand and the tournament filled with brave knights clashing against each other before the cheering crowds. As the king promised, the spectators were treated to wine flowing from the fountains and gold coins was scattered into the crowds. The year had begun on a good note for the Tudors.


    In Denmark, things did not look as good. The death of Charles of Burgundy in 1517 had postponed the planned conquest of Sweden. Christian II of Denmark had planned to reestablish Danish authority in the kingdom and while he had sent men and ships to support the archbishop of Uppsala, that army had been defeated by Sten Sture the Younger and his army of peasants. Gustav Trolle had been elected archbishop in 1514 and he was the leader of the pro-danish party in Sweden. But Christian becoming Duke of Burgundy had impacted Swedish politics and even Trolle had become contemplative. Christian’s absence from the Nordic countries in order to defend his wife’s inheritance for nearly three years as well had caused his enemies to gain strength. Since Christian had been dependant on the Hapsburgs, the Fugger family and Pope Leo X during his reign, now it all came crashing down. The imperial vacuum left behind by Maximilian in Austria. Queen Isabella’s absence from Denmark and the royal heir being raised in Flanders rather than Copenhagen also raised rancour. Despite callings from the estates, she refused to leave the Low Countries and also kept John with her. This caused strong outrage in Denmark and more people began to flock towards Christian’s uncle, Frederick of Denmark. He in turn had begun to gather the support of the aristocracy that had long resented the king for favouring the commoners. Anti dutch-factions also rose from 1518 as Isabella became duchess in favour of her brother Ferdinand and it inflamed the already tense situation. Sten Sture won even greater support in Sweden as the prospect of becoming ruled by the Dutch as well was even more intolerable. The Danish treasury had been drained in fighting against the French, and while the english had aided, the state of Christian’s reign had come increasingly fragile as he became even more aware of upon his return. The peace treaty with France had helped him in some way, but it could not replace the strength of Austria, thus, he was very much weakened. The emperor did not have much interest in aiding Christian as he wished to focus on Germany and not spending his resources further away in the northern kingdoms.

    The new emperor had been elected in 1518 and he turned out to be Frederick III of Saxony. The election had been a complete chaos, as they lacked a clear candidate at this time. No doubt Charles of Burgundy would have become elected as the head of the Hapsburgs, but as he had died before his grandfather, the imperial family lacked a clear candidate. After Charles death, the Hapsburgs now consisted of Queen Isabella of Denmark, King Ferdinand of Spain, Queen Mary of Hungary and Bohemia and the youngest sister, Catherine of Austria residing in Spain as well. No one considered the 15-year-old king of Spain as a serious candidate and the Danish had their hands full keeping France from devouring the Low Countries. Perhaps Francis would have liked to see the status of a emperor, but he decided to instead invade Burgundy in order to annex the rich regions back to France once and for all. Henry VIII proposed himself as a dark horse candidate, but few took him seriously.

    One of Frederick’s first tasks as emperor was the question of what to do with the Hapsburg inheritance itself. As Ferdinand had no intention of claiming anything except the Spanish lands, the troubles began with the succession of the Austrian lands. Christian and Isabella was the first claimants, but the troubles with the Low Countries and Denmark was of more focus, and after France tore back Burgundy, neither could spend any time governing Austria. Mary of Austria and Louis II wanted to claim it and the proximity to their lands made them the most important ones. But the problem was that the couples was still minor and under the thumb of the domineering magnates. In 1520, with the support of pope Leo and the Wittelsbach, Frederick declared that the rulers of Austria was the King and Queen of Bohemia and Hungary.

    Frederick did face a contest from another ruling house related to the Hapsburgs: The Bavarian House of Wittelsbach. Maximilian’s only sister had married the late Duke of Bavaria in 1487 and that union had resulted in seven children, and the oldest son, William IV had become a candidate in the election. At the age of 25 he was an attractive candidate, especially as Frederick had no children. Plus, he did have a reasonable claim to the throne, as he was a grandchild of the late Emperor Frederick III. Fortune favored Frederick during this election, but as he was an elderly man with to heirs, the Bavarians could be patient. The next election would not be to far away and that once would be the one they were aiming for. The Wittelsbachs would become the next imperial house after Frederick’s death. William was determined to bolster his standing and too seek a proper bride for a future emperor. The obvious candidate was Anne of Bohemia and Hungary, the sister of King Louis II. As Maximilian had married his granddaughter Mary of Austria to Louis very young, Anne had been promised to Ferdinand of Austria as part of a double alliance with the Jagellions, but Ferdinand had broken of the engagement in order to wed Isabella of Portugal instead. This had been viewed as an immense insult in the kingdom and Louis had called him “a most dishonest and foul betrayer” for abandoning his commitment to his sister. Archbishop Cisneros had not been kind in his declaration when seeking a termination between his young charge and Anne, calling her an inferior choice of bride for the king of Spain to the pope and the estates of Bohemia and Hungary had taken great offence at his word. William had sought Frederick’s aid in securing Anne as a bride and the emperor had lent his support in dealing with the estates that finally agreed to the marriage in 1521. Anne arrived in Bavaria in the late summer, where she married William in a joyous ceremony attended by the emperor himself.


    France also saw a wedding in 1521. Marguerite of Angouleme, the sister of King Francis wedded King Henri II of Navarre in a beautiful spring day in Toulouse. Her first husband, Charles IV of Alencon had died during the French invasion of Burgundy in 1518 and Francis decided that his cultured, elegant and beloved sister deserved to be married to a king, even a poor one as Henri. The lion’s share of Navarre had been conquered by Ferdinand II of Aragon in 1512, and the marriage between Marguerite and Henri was a clear signal that now that France was prepared to take it back in the near future. Ferdinand I of Spain and Isabella of Portugal was gravely concerned about French ambition after their wins in 1519 and they both saw the threat he posed against Spanish control of both Navarre and Naples. To further legitimatise their reign in Navarre, the king and queen left Burgos and entered Pamplona, for Ferdinand to be sworn in as king by the courtes. A rebellion had taken place in the end of 1520 and continued into the spring of 1521 and Navarre had come perilous close to recover the control of their kingdom, no doubt spurred on by the French marriage in that spring. A army commanded by the Lord of Lesparre, André de Foix rose up against the governor Inigo de Loyola and cities such as Tudela declared that their loyalties was to the House of Albret. Ferdinand had sent a army to crush the rebellion and Lesparre had been taken captive in late February and placed under arrest in Burgos. The rebel army had been completely crushed by Íñigo Fernández de Velasco, Duke of Frias in march and by June the whole kingdom had been pacified. Ferdinand and Isabella arrived in Pamplona in late July. The brought with them a host of officials of different kinds, all that was swiftly placed in different positions in Navarre, to ensure further loyalty to the crown.

    Ferdinand took the traditional oaths of the kings of Navarre in the Pamplona cathedral on the 5th of August before the assembly of the courtes, and the joint coronation took place on the 7h days later. Isabella dazzled the onlookers in rich cloth of gold, crimson silks and an impressive amount of jewels from both Portugal, Spain and Navarre and was later properly dowered with the cities traditionally granted to consorts.
    “Before the sacrament of the holy unction is completed, this blessed coronation of yours, it is necessary for Your Royal Majesties to swear an oath to the people, as the monarchs of Navarre preceding you did formerly, so that the people can also swear an oath to you as set by custom.”

    After the coronation, Ferdinand went on a progress in Navarre, while Isabella remained in Pamplona to oversee the court itself. The Queen would gather many noble ladies of good families to her household in order to bind many nobles to their side. Isabella’s court was a large one during her years as queen, made up of ladies and officials from all kingdoms in Iberia and Naples. Isabella had given birth to her second child at the end of June in Burgos and Infanta Isabel had been left behind in the royal nursery with her brother Juan. The king promised that Juan would be sworn in as Prince of Viana later, when the infant had become old enough to travel longer distances.

    The year ended with the death of Pope Leo X in December and now the Papacy saw a new election coming for the leader of Christendom.


    Author's Note: So here are the year of 1521 in Europe. Frederick of Saxony becomes Emperor Frederick IV and the Bavarian's will come after him to the imperial throne as they are related to the Hapsburgs as the grandchildren of Emperor Frederick III. Anne of Bohemia and Hungary might get a emperor after all! My swedish side is happy to watch Christian suffer and that evil trull Roose Bolton Gustav Trolle can go screw himself. Everything is going well in Spain and my babies are doing perfectly fine. Spot the reference to the Tudors tv serie!
     
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    Chapter 8 - 1522
  • Chapter 8 - 1522


    Henry could hear the sobbing all the way down the corridor. Anxiously, the king strode towards the chambers as fast as he could, while the whispering courtiers slunk out of his way. The king flung the door open and strode in to find a despairing scene taking place. Catherine had crumpled down on the floor near the fireplace, her face swollen and tearstained, while her hair had come undone from the confines of her cap. The queen clutched a crumpled letter in her hand, no doubt the source of her immense grief.

    “Kate!” Henry exclaimed, rushing to her side. “Sweetheart, what is the matter? Tell me, I am in pain hearing you weeping like this!”

    “News from Castile”
    Catherine manages to force the words out of her between hiccups and heavy breathing. “My nephew has written…”

    Henry seizes the letter from her hand and begins to read it, as his wife seemed unable to finish the sentence at this time. After a few moments he puts it down. No wonder Catherine had collapsed upon reading the news. Henry wraps his arms around his queen and holds her tightly. “Oh Kate, oh my love. I am so terribly sorry for your loss.”

    Queen Joanna the Mad died in February of 1522 in Tordesillas. The death of Charles and Eleanor been a crushing blow to her, even if she had not found out about it until 1519, as Archbishop Cisneros had been extremely stern in his orders to keep their demises from her. Joanna had suffered a stroke in 1520 as a result of her worsening condition and it had left her bedridden. King Ferdinand had ordered the removal of Catherine of Austria from their mother’s care after that and Joanna never recovered from that. Her mental state declined further and she slipped into catatonia for the last year. Ferdinand had always felt guilty about the confinement of his mother that his namesake grandfather had ordered, but as he were still young and under the influence of Cisneros for the first years under his reign, he had not done much to ease her condition. Suffering from a guilty conscience, Ferdinand ordered a royal funeral for Joanna and that she would be buried in Granada, next to her husband and parents in a beautiful sarcophagus.

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    Tomb of Joanna and Philip

    The death of Joanna left Catherine the only child of Ferdinand and Isabella left. Of their five children, their youngest one was the only survivor after February of 1522. Juan had died in 1497, Isabella the year after, Maria in 1517 and now Joanna had passed away. Only Catherine remained, the last Trastamara infanta of Castile and Aragon.

    Catherine of Austria also mourned her mother deeply, but she also delighted in being free from the gloomy darkness of Tordesillas and the raving queen. In 1520, she had joined the court at Segovia, just before the birth of her nephew. Catherine had carried baby Juan to the baptismal front and Isabella had taken it upon herself to set up her household in court and to finish her education. Catherine would be educated under the watchful eye of Leonor de Mascareñas after her arrival, while her brother and sister-in law considered her future seriously. Isabella were in favour of a match with her native Portugal, as her newly crowned brother John III had not yet married and it would tie Spain closer to their neighbour, while Ferdinand considered other options. But the truth favoured the queen more. There were few bachelors in the royal houses of Europe at this time. The kings of England, France, Hungary and Poland were both married, and so was the emperor and other rulers. Portugal remained the best option for Catherine at this time and it was a match favoured by many as it would bind the Hapsburgs and the Avis closer once more. Catherine seemed delighted at the prospect of becoming queen of Portugal, as it laid right next to Spain and she could see her family after her marriage as well. Thus, in spring of 1522 the negotiations between the two Iberian kingdoms begun for another match between their families. Isabella personally ensured that Catherine was taught Portuguese customs and the language from 1520 and onwards, and took charge of the negotiations as well, ensuring that both parties got a fair deal out of the agreement. In June the negotiations wrapped up and Catherine would indeed become the next Queen of Portugal. Her marriage by proxy took place in Medina del Campo in October and her departure was to take place sometime in the following year. Isabella ensured that her trousseau would reflect her standing as an Iberian queen and ordered jewellery and fine clothes for her, including books about the life of Saint Elizabeth of Portugal, an Aragonese infanta that had wedded into Portugal and were revered in the Iberian peninsula.

    Like their grandparents, the court of Ferdinand and Isabella had no settled city. There were no capital in Castile during the first half of the 16th century, and the monarchs moved between cities several times during the year, often accompanied by long trains of acémilas that carried people and packs on their back. One of Ferdinand’s domestic priorities during his reign would become the implementations of a more functional road system, to make traveling easier for all. Isabella accompanied her husband at all time and she enjoyed the warm welcome the cities gave them, especially the love the queen received from so many. The birth of Prince Juan had certainly been greeted with universal cheers, as Spain had an heir that would be destined for the crowns of Spain and no far away empire. The cities of Seville, Granada, Segovia and Burgos found great favour for the royals in Castile, while Valencia, Zaragoza and Barcelona were their equivalences in Aragon and the castles saw frequent expansions and refurbishments by their new sovereigns.

    Spain would not be the only kingdom celebrating in joy in 1522. France saw two royal births during the summer, one was another fille de France born to Queen Claude, named Madeleine and her cousin that arrived less than a month later, born to the Queen of Navarre: Jeanne d’Albret. The birth of a daughter delighted Francis, but not Henri of Navarre, who saw his infant’s gender as a disappointment. A son would have strengthened his hand in reclaiming Navarre from the Spanish, but little Jeanne was not of as much use to him. While Henri sulked, Marguerite was delighted by her baby. In a letter to her brother, she wrote this part:

    “I shall see her wear a great crown one day” A few words that would prove prophetic for Jeanne’s future.

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    François of Valois, Dauphin of France as a child

    The dauphin and dauphine had now reached the age of four and frequently played together in the gardens in the castles of the Loire Valley under the supervision of their governesses and friends. Margaret of Denmark had developed into a lively little girl, fond of puppies, music and apples, and she had started her education, mostly consisting of easy letters, light reading and prayers due to her young age. Queen Claude seemed very fond of her, as her eldest daughter, Louise, had died in 1518, but her second daughter Charlotte had become somewhat of a big sister to Margaret from 1520. In 1522 Charlotte became betrothed to Edward Tudor, Prince of Wales as Margaret was no longer available.


    In Denmark things went far less smooth. King Christian had attempted to reclaim his throne against his uncle and to retake the Swedish crown as well. But it seemed like Frederick had allied with Sten Sture, now king in all but name of Sweden. Frederick did not have much aspiration to conquer Sweden and had unofficially recognised Sture as king in his own right. Sture’s position had been strengthened by the birth of a son in 1517, named for Erik the Holy, the 12th century saint king of Sweden. No add further insult to injury, the head of the former pro-Danish faction had changed sides, throwing his lot in with Sture. Gustav Trolle, the archbishop of Uppsala had previously been one of Christian’s strongest supporters and with him gone, the king of Denmark had been dealt a fatal blow.
    In the summer Christian gathered a meagre force to reclaim his throne, but he suffered a huge defeat at the hands of Frederick’s own troops and had to flee to Norway, where he would attempt to regroup. The autumn showed no success in that endeavour and the snare tightened even more as winter approached, as the Norwegians did not like Christian much either. Sture strengthen his control in the mining area of Bergslagen and allied with the miners at the province of Dalarna, as the peasants swelled the ranks of his forces. In the late autumn, Sture became a father once more, as Kristina Gyllenstierna gave birth to a daughter, named Birgitta for Saint Bridget. The birth of two children to Sture, both named for the famous saints of Sweden solidified the little almost royal family of the nation that had nearly become independent at this point, but were not quite there yet.


    In Italy the papacy saw a new pope being elected in 1522: Clement VII. As cousin of the late Leo X, Giulio de' Medici, were a clear choice to succeed him as head of Christendom, one that looked far more unstable than it had done in the past.

    Author's Note: Sorry about the delays in updating my tls. I'm back to working full time and I'm in a writing slump as well. I hope you like this chapter atleast.
     
    Chapter 9 - 1523
  • Chapter 9 - 1523


    The barge sailed along the Thames toward Richmond palace. The queen had left the monastery of Syon at the riverside behind her, the religious centre that was known for its learning and devotion at since many decades and Catherine had been personally advocating in the favour of Agnes Jordan as its abbess three years ago. Syon was to her what the Monastery of Our Lady of Guadalupe had been to her mother, Isabella of Castile, and the lives of the nuns and monks at the monastery more than often reminded her of home these days. Perhaps it was the death of Juana that had made her even more sentimental these days, or perhaps it was the fact that another part of her life had begun. Her childbearing years was over. The birth of Mary two years ago had indeed been her last pregnancy as she suspected. She could not complain too much, as she had provided England with the longed-for heir, a spare and a princess to boot, much to her husband’s joy. Prince Edward was seven, Hal five and Mary was toddling around in the nursery in Eltham. Much to her relief, her children were all strong and healthy, with Ned practicing with his wooden sword pretending to be the great King Henry V who conquered near all of France, Hal who loved to play with his puppies and her darling little girl with rosy cheeks.

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    Queen Catherine in 1525

    Catherine’s own looks were fading. Her auburn hair had become streaked with grey strands and wrinkles had become more prominent, not that her sons cared one bit for that. To Hal she was the fairest one still, and the one who turned to her often for plays, cuddles or stories. Mary, her cossetted girl, often picked flowers and weeds for her when she came to Eltham and Catherine found herself doting more and more on her. The queen was an attentive mother and from 1523 and onwards she took a more personal hand in her children’s upbringing, as Ned reached the age when his formal studies began. So did King Henry, as he wanted to ensure his children were brought up as proper royals. Friars from Syon had been selected to provide lessons in morality and religion to the boys and Ned had begun to learn Latin from his mother as well. Henry had provided him with his first pony, while Hal was furious over being too small to ride yet. Catherine had gotten a humanist education back in Castile, and she had lured the Spanish humanist Juan Luis Vives to England with the help of Woolsey and Thomas More, the latter who had become a more influential person in Henry’s circle and his secretary since 1520. Catherine far preferred him rather than the domineering cardinal Woolsey. So did Ned it seemed, and the queen had asked him to help curate lessons for her sons, as well as John Fisher, the bishop of Rochester. Ned seemed very found of Sir Thomas and often pestered him for stories, much to More’s amusement. More seemed to be fond of his little student as well and John More had found himself a position in Ned’s household. In 1523 Ned had left behind the nursery, as he had been breeched for over a year and had gotten his own little court in Wales. Young sons of the nobility such as William Willoughby, John de Vere and Henry Howard, all nearly the same age as Ned had joined his little circle of friends.

    In 1523 the relationship between Catherine and Henry changed in some ways. As Catherine’s fertile years were over, their marriage would become more stable as they focused on their mutual goals, namely their children’s future. While they still shared a bed plenty of times after, Henry’s roving eyes wandered. Catherine’s status was secured and if her husband wanted to flirt with her ladies, then he could do so. Catherine remained his cherished wife and the first lady of England and the court itself, while Henry was her Sir Loyal Heart, but their mutual physical attraction had mellowed into a comfortable companionship from that point onwards. The later stage of Catherine’s life showed in her dress sense as well. Her wardrobe at this point leaned towards the elegantly serious. Rich fabrics in dark tones such as russet, crimson and violet dominated her outfits, with materials being velvets and satins accompanied with ropes of pearls and gold beads and jewelled crosses. Her name was uttered with reverence by those who addressed her: Serenissima domina Catherina. The most serene Lady Catherine.

    With her standing secured in England, Catherine turned to her children more often. As the daughter of Ferdinand and Isabella, her relatives ruled various kingdoms and no doubt Ned, Hal and Mary was to become part of that broad network in the continental Europe. The death of Charles of Austria had been a harsh blow as Spain and Austria had been separated from each others and the empire had fallen to other German ruling houses, but she was still the aunt of the duchess of the low country, the queen of Hungary and Bohemia, the king of Portugal and the king of Spain. The latter was the most crucial, as Catherine desired strongly to bind her native Spain closer to England once more. Her children were the means to do so. The two children of Ferdinand and Isabella would be excellent marriage partners for either Ned or Mary, despite Ned’s betrothal to Charlotte of France at this time. Prince Juan or Infanta Isabella was to be either her son or daughter in law, as Catherine made up her mind for a Spanish marriage for the future. As the children in questions were all seven or younger, there would be more than a decade before any marriages could occur. But to Catherine, who had been pledged to Arthur while still a toddler, this was a less concern. Her husband needed to be convinced first and Catherine begun to map up a strategy for that.

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    Prince Edward and Henry, Duke of York in 1523

    King Henry’s romantic relationship with Bessie Blount had ended with the birth of Elizabeth Fitzroy in 1519, but her place as his mistress had been taken by Lady Mary Boleyn, who had returned from France in the same year and had been appointed as one of the queen’s ladies. In 1520, she had become his sweetheart, but had taken great pains to not offend her mistress. Henry began another dalliance with another one of Catherine’s maids in 1523, Margaret Dymoke, whose husband served in the royal household. Margaret was a woman of “such sweet character as any gentle maiden” and thus not a threat to Catherine either.
    In the winter, Catherine begun to make the motions for a Spanish match for Mary. Her help was Juan Luis Vives himself as the Spaniard had connections to both the Tudors and the court in Castile. Henry proved receptive to the idea of making his darling pearl the queen of Spain and sent for the Spanish ambassador, Inigo de Mendoza, an old friend from Castile. Catherine was delighted to see him and he attended the celebrations at the end of the year; with a truly spectacular Christmas feast in Richmond Palace, filled to the brim with wintery dishes served on gold and silver plates, holly and burning yule logs at the fireplaces and gifts being exchanged.

    To Catherine the year had ended with great contention. But to Henry, his own family was widening as well. Despite the death of his sister Mary’s oldest son, his second namesake nephew was thriving and Margaret Dymoke was expecting a child that all knew had been fathered by the king himself. And Catherine herself found another addition to her household in the shape of Anne Boleyn, whom had returned back to England after several years at the court in France.

    Author's Note: A year in the Tudor life! I just wanted to stay with Catherine this time. And Anne Boleyn snuck in at the end. She is very sneaky.
     
    Chapter 10 - 1524
  • Chapter 10 - 1524


    Flugten fra Bergen or The Flight from Bergen as it would be known to history was a watershed moment in Nordic history. Not only would it be the final nail in the coffin of the Kalmar Union, but it was the last time King Christian set foot in his native homelands. His attempts to gather his forces once more had failed as the Norwegians had little to no love for him and during the winter of the previous year a plot against him begun amongst the aristocracy to join Frederick of Denmark instead and to hand the king over to his uncle. Increasingly isolated, with his allies dwindling and suffering from increasing despair, Christian begun to succumb to depression and hopelessness. The Hanseatic League also had a strong presence near him and Christian’s status as lord of the Dutch realms directly threatened their fading monopoly, leaving him further surrounded by enemies. His Burgundian entourage remained steadfastly beside him however and it was thanks to them that the plot against Christian would be foiled. One of the conspirators, in a moment of faltering loyalty, alerted them to the plans to capture Christian and thanks to their swift actions, he avoided that faith.

    The flight from Bergen took place at the end of January. The Flemish smuggled the king and his circle onboard a small convoy of trading ships from the city of Bergen during the icy cold night and by morning they set sails as usual, away from Norway. Christian had been disguised as a merchant according to history and the story of the fleeing king would be one long told in Norway after that. The ships destination would be the England itself. This was very good news, as queen Catherine was the aunt of his wife and she would certainly prod her husband to provide shelter. The journey itself would take around five days before the ship docked in outside the coast of Norwich to seek a safe harbour from the harsh winds. Christian disembarked from the boat along with his entourage and they swiftly made for the great cathedral of Norwich to seek sanctuary. The bishop would get the surprise of his life during that day, as he would the bedraggled and exhausted king of Denmark on his doorstep. Richard Nykke, a man of ferocious character was not the fainting type and promptly took them all into his care. Barking at the household to prepare the finest rooms, warm food and fresh clothes for his guests, he sent all living in the diocese scurrying like their lives depended on it. Having ascertained the identity of the king, he sent a swift messenger riding towards the court in London. King Henry needed to know of this royal guest, as it would be up to him what would happen next. No doubt Christian found the sanctuary Nykke provided him with to his liking, as it was the first time in a long time where he would catch his breath. At the time he was safe from enemies. And his beloved wife was closer than she had been in years now. No doubt the solace of the comfortable chamber, the fresh clothes and warm food also proved to be a balm to his fraught mind. And in the night to come, the lost king of Denmark could sleep far better than he had done in the past months.

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    Christian II of Denmark and Norway, Lord of the Netherlands

    Henry VIII’s reaction to the news that came from Norwich was one to behold. At first the king could barely believe it at all: The king of Denmark had fled to England. The turn of misfortune was mind mindbogglingly strange after all. Catherine was just as astonished herself. She promptly pleaded with Henry to send a royal entourage to Norwich that would escort Christian to London, or even better, go himself. His wife was after all her dear niece and lady of the Low Country. Christian could hardly be left in the cathedral like a beggar. His royal status demanded better and as their ally and close trade partner, it would be a great show of support for the Flemish, who seemed to worry greatly over their Duke. Isabella of Austria had been made aware of her spouse’s landing in England and had promptly sent a delegation to the Tudors to asses the state of Christian and to plead her cause to them. The low countries deserved their liege back and Isabella was nearly sick from worrying. With her daughter raised in France, John of Denmark and Austria, was the sole child remaining in the low countries of Isabella and Christian so far. Nearly at the age of five now, he had been raised mostly as a Burgundian prince, but had learned Danish language and customs as well.

    Catherine needed not press her husband to hard, as he swiftly made up his mind to go to Norwich and personally escort Christian to London himself. Catherine could accompany him, as did Thomas More and Henry Norris. They would be traveling with a great entourage of knights, minor lords and men at arms to make a suitable impression. Prince Edward, still at court since the Christmas celebrations would also follow his parents. At the age of eight, this would be one of the earliest times in the limelight for him. Both Henry and Catherine wished from him to learn how to greet foreign dignitaries as a king should do. Plus, this had the added benefit of impressing the boy on how to make international relationships, and the duties of royalties to aid each other in times of need. Ned found this all very exciting, a lost king! A rightful king had been driven from his homeland by wicked creatures and now his father was to help him! Of course, his father would help him, had he not saved his mother from her impoverished misfortune in 1509? It was the duty of a true knight to salvage a damsel after all! To Ned the road to Norwich was one of thrills and excitement, as his father spent considerable time regaling him with stories and the populace cheered him at they went by. Near the city of Cambridge, the royal company were greeted by none other than the Earl of Surrey. Thomas Howard had been a loyal part of the Tudor court for over a decade now and Henry had entrusted him with several high positions and missions. As one of the leading nobles in England, no doubt Howard wanted to be part of the entourage that meet Christian and offered the hospitality of Framlingham Castile to the king. Howard had also brought his own attendants and knights that swelled the ranks of the royal company. He was also greeted by his niece, Anne Boleyn, one of the ladies that had followed their royal mistress. Anne had become one of Catherine’s favourites, and a rising star in the court. Stylish, elegant, spirited and witty, she certainly made her mark on those who meet her, but she remained steadfastly devoted to the queen as well. No doubt Catherine came to dote on her like a daughter and Anne’s letters to her siblings spoke of Catherine’s dignity and strength that she admired greatly. Little Hal seemed to have suffered from a painfully shy crush on her as well.

    The company reached Norwich after a few days of traveling. Richard Nykke greeted them at the city gates together with the aldermen of the city, whereafter they meet Christian and his entourage just outside of the cathedral itself. Christian no doubt intended to greet Henry as a saviour and humbly kneel before him, but the king put a firm end to that as he drew him up to his feet and gave him a firm embrace instead.

    “Cousin, there are no reason why thee, a crowned sovereign as myself shall humble thyself as a beggar before me.” Henry’s greeting to Christian at the cathederal according to historians.

    The relief of the king’s presence no doubt calmed Christian’s worries and after a mass at the cathedral they all departed toward Framlingham. Christian rode next to Henry and Catherine along the way, while Ned alternated between goggling at him and firing of rounds of questions about his battles in Denmark. Christian seemed to find Ned delightful in turn, no doubt he saw his own little boy in the prince. The meeting with the Tudors seemed to cause him to think about his own family and the future. With Henry’s support he could get back to the Netherlands, and he did have one alliance to offer them to ensure that they stayed in his camp. While his daughter had been sent to France to be the wife of the Dauphin, he still had his son and heir. And while John was just five years old, it was not to early to start negotiations for his hand in marriage. The betrothal between Margaret of Denmark and Burgundy and Ned had ended in 1519, but another alliance with England was possible as well. Princess Mary was only two years younger than John and a most suitable bride for Flanders, in addition to the dowry and military resources Henry would certainly give his only daughter. An english marriage would boost his own standing in the duchy and with enough luck, help him retake his own kingdoms in the future. Framlingham castle saw a great reception for the kings and Christian was treated to a feast with dancing, where ladies such as Maria Salinas, Anne Boleyn and Gertrude Blount all danced with Henry and Christian at various times. No doubt the Flemish courtiers appreciated the company of the lovely ladies, especially Anne, who had been reared in the court of Margaret of Austria for a few years. Her familiarity would have been welcome to them. Christian however had no particular desire for any lady, save Queen Isabella, whom he greatly missed. He wished more than anything to return to her, to hold her in his arms. He was only fourth three years old, Isabella just twenty-three. It was not too late for them to have more children together.

    It would perhaps have been at Framlingham he first tested the waters for a match between John and Mary. Henry was somewhat surprised at the sheer boldness at the offer, no doubt not expecting it from a pauper king in exile living off his charity. But the idea held merit. Despite the loss of Burgundy, Franche-Comté, Picardy and Vermandois, the duchy had once more prospered under Isabella’s careful watch. His darling Mary becoming the duchess of one of the richest lands in Christendom was a great vision and even better if she could also wear the crowns of Denmark and Norway one day. But at the same time, Mary was the subject of a Spanish alliance as well. It was her mother’s deepest desire for her to one day become the queen of Spain and she would surely not be as warm for another marriage for Mary. But Wolsey disagreed with that. The queen had borne three children after all. Should Mary be promised to the Flemish, Edward could take her place in the Spanish negotiations. The infanta Isabel was just as good a match instead being the only daughter of the Castilian king. Those two matches would assure great alliances between England and their fellow monarchs. Little Hal would no doubt be married to a english heiress or a minor royal lady from abroad, but his brother and sister was to make higher matches. Catherine was not told about the possible betrothal, as Christian, Henry and Wolsey decided to keep it to themselves so far. Ned’s engagement to Charlotte of Valois still stood at this point as part of a peace with France. Wolsey, always keen to avoid warfare wished for it to remain that way. Since the prince and princess was still very small, nothing would come to happen for several years.

    Christian would receive a splendid greeting upon arriving to London. Merchants from Denmark and Norway had taken great care that they were to have the best position to greet their king, as Christian’s support ran high in England. Seeing his own standard waving in the breeze no doubt cheered him up and so did the merchants wear Nordic clothes. Christian was lodged in the Palace of Westminster in the city. The apartment he had been given had been luxuriously prepared with richly coloured hangings to ward of the February chills, furs lay in the bed and gilded dishes had been provided with drink and food.

    Christian’s departure from England would come before easter. Henry had provided seven ships to escort him over the channel safely, including the warship The Mary Rose that took the lead. After three turbulent days Christian reached the port of Oostende in Flanders. It had been over four years ago since he left and to Christian, no doubt suffering from the losses in Denmark and Norway, this was not the way he had intended to return to the duchy. Rather than a glorious conqueror wearing the three crowns of all Nordic kingdoms, he was an impoverished exile. Christian lingered in Oostende for two whole days, too ashamed to head towards Bruges, where the duchess would soon arrive. But Isabella knew her husband very well and had sent a messenger bearing a letter to him.

    “Know that your misfortune has not been the fault of your own, but that of wretched traitors and faithless servants. All in these realms have been praying for your success as well as safety and the good lord had brought you back to us now. I besiege thee, my lord, to come back to the poor wife who loves you with all her heart and to embrace your son who has longed for your return.”

    Three days after his arrival, Christian entered Bruges to be reunited with Isabella once more. To his great relief the reception was joyous and his wife’s embrace even more warm. John also seemed happy to see the father he had no memories of and the whole court gave thanks to their duke’s safe return to them. The english who had seen Christian return was treated with money and good food as thanks, before the ships returned three weeks later. The potential of a english marriage for John was also positively viewed by Isabella and many in the estates general. Margaret of Austria also agreed that it would be better for Mary Tudor to become the duchess rather than queen of Spain. Margaret and Isabella had not yet forgiven Ferdinand for forsaking them and the empire for the sake of Spain.

    It was perhaps no surprise that the return of Christian proved passionate in another way: duchess Isabella would announce another pregnancy in June. Both spouses hoped for another son to secure the duchy. As Isabella found herself in need of rest more and more in the autumn and winter of 1524, Christian took over the governance of the duchy, much to her relief. The past years had caused her much stress. Leaving Denmark, the war against France, the loss of her little girl and the realms, Christian’s departure, her stillborn child and the burden of ruling the low countries had all caused much pain and Isabella relied much on her aunt for support. The loss of her kingdoms and her husband’s flight to Norway had been another blow and Isabella had become increasingly frantic over his safety. His flight to England had been one of relief and so had his homecoming. Suffering from increasing exhaustion, Isabella withdrew from the daily government from September and onwards, leaving it in Christian and Margaret’s hands. The duchess retired to the castle of Binche, one of her favourite residences to rest. While some had feared that the same madness that had consumed her mother would show itself in the daughter, Isabella had not lost her senses and she recovered steadily during the autumn and winter, much to the relief of the court.

    Isabella was not the only Hapsburg sibling that would be a parent in 1525 either. In Spain Queen Isabella was once more with child and so was her sister, Mary of Austria. The young queen of Bohemia and Hungary was expecting her first child with Louis and it was on that note the year of 1524 would come to an end.


    Author's Note: And here passes the Kalmar Union at last. Sorry!
     
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    Chapter 11 - 1525
  • Chapter 11 - 1525


    The year began with a death in France. Charlotte of Valois perished at the age of eight in the Château de Saint-Germain-en-Laye, much to her parents’ sorrow. The princess had always been frail and Francis had worried about her health for a long time. Her mother had diligently watched over her during her illness, even if her own constitution was just as fragile. Queen Claude was once more expecting, for the seventh time and all noted that she seemed even more exhausted than usual during this time. Even Francis, usually busy with his mistresses, seemed to tend to his wife more carefully as the court plunged into mourning. The death of Charlotte also held political ramifications to the king. She had been betrothed to the Prince of Wales for three years as a peace offering and now that was mostly gone. Despite that, other alliances remained open to France. After all, Claude and Francis had five living children in 1525, two daughters, the three-year-old Madeleine, and the infant Margaret and three sons; the dauphin François and his two brothers Henri and Charles. Madeleine could take her sister’s place if necessary, and should Claude deliver another daughter then France would have more marriage options. In 1525 only the dauphin had a planned match, and it was time for his siblings to be considered. Margaret of Denmark and Burgundy had now turned seven years old, the same as her intended husband, and she had been raised as a fille de France alongside the other children in the palace. François and Margaret had grown up together since they were toddlers and they seemed to adore each other completely. Margaret had taken the role of the eldest daughter in the court, much to Claude’s delight. The death of Louise and Charlotte had left the place vacant, and Francis doted on her as well. Unlike his own frail daughters Margaret had no truck with physical weakness and the dauphine was reported to be an energic and sturdy child. The nursery of Margaret had not been solely filled with royal princesses, but also the daughters of other French noble girls, such as Marie de Bourbon, Marie de Guise and Isabelle of Navarre that would be her companions during childhood.

    While the death of Charlotte had no doubt been personally hard on her family, it paled in comparison to the once that came in spring. Frederick IV died. The uncrowned emperor’s reign had lasted seven years and it had been a turbulent one to boot. While he had at first been a supporter of Martin Luther, the imperial election had changed that fast. Luther had fled Saxony at this time, rather than risk imprisonment as he saw the writing of the wall early. He had found shelter in the city of Königsberg in Prussia, and a patron in Albrecht von Preussen, whom had been more receptive to his ideas. As Frederick was never crowned, the election of 1525 was thrown wide open to other candidates. While his own rule had been short, it had been crucial to the future of Germany and Europe. Unlike the universal monarchy espoused by Emperor Maximilian and the promise of Charles of Burgundy as future emperor, Duke of Burgundy and king of Spain all rolled into once that had been cut short in 1517, Frederick’s focus remained mostly on German affairs. The city of Wittenberg had enjoyed a brief time of glory as the new imperial seat, but that ended with Frederick’s death.

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    The City of Wittenberg in 1536

    The candidates for emperor were several; William IV of Bavaria, John of Saxony, Francis I of France, Henry VIII of England and Ferdinand I of Spain was all considered for the role. As he was now of age, Ferdinand was considered as the pope’s ideal candidate, but the king refused to entered the election as he had no interest in the lands of his grandfather Maximilian. His declaration that his whole life would be dedicated to the Spanish lands at 1521 remained steady, and no Austrian or German realms could compare to the blessed life he had with Queen Isabella and their children, Juan, Isabel and the newborn Fernando in that very spring.

    Henry was not considered as a true candidate either, as no Englishman had come close to the imperial crown since the failed kingship of Richard of Cornwall centuries earlier. Francis was a more realistic contender, but the German princes were not too keen on a Frenchman as their ruler. In 1525, Francis decided to aim once more for the matters of Italy instead and put his support towards John of Saxony as a candidate. The Saxons were preferable as emperor to the Bavarians, as their interests was separate from France. But John would loose the election thanks to a coalition of anti-french players coming together to support the Wittelsbach candidate. Charles of Burgundy might had died, but his siblings were still alive. And while Ferdinand of Spain, Isabella of Burgundy and Mary of Hungary all lived in different kingdoms with different interests, one thing united them. France must not be allowed to dominate Christendom completely. Francis threatened all their domains in a way. Ferdinand wanted to keep Navarre and Naples in the Spanish circle, Isabella had to protect her duchy, Mary had to consider the closeness of France in the Northen Italy. As for Henry, the death of Charlotte had freed him from being an ally and he also threw his support towards the Wittelsbach. Pope Clement VII, initially an ally of Francis had contemplated the dominance of France over the Italian peninsula, similarly to many other Italian rulers. The prospect of being placed under the Valois yoke did not thrill many at this time and after three decades of the wars that Charles VIII had started in 1494, the impending threat of another French army coming charging down caused considerable worry.

    The election of 1525 would be won by the Wittelsbach and their candidate William IV of Bavaria, now William I, Holy Roman Emperor elect. He and his wife, Anne of Bohemia and Hungary would be crowned together in the autumn at the imperial city of Aachen by the archbishop-elector of Cologne himself; Hermann of Wied, who proclaimed them King and Queen of Germany before the whole assembled throng of princes, lords and clergy. William’s coronation in Rome would come a few years later, but the emperor gloried in his victory, all the while. Empress Anne was pregnant at her coronation, this would be the third time, their children, Helen and Heinrich, had been left back in Bavaria as they were four and three years old respectively. William intended to make allies as emperor and after they left Aachen, the emperor and empress paid a visit to the duke and duchess of Brabant, where they enjoyed ten splendid days in the city of Brussels being sumptuously hosted. Isabella of Austria had been delivered of a strong daughter in the late winter; Christine of Brabant. While she was not the second son hoped for, both Isabella and Christian were delighted and she was the darling of her father. The imperial visit was greeted with fervour, as it would be the first one since the death of emperor Maximilian several years ago.

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    Ducal Palace of Coudenberg in Brussels

    William and Anne would enter the city of Brussels in a joyous entrée that was typical in the Low Countries, accompanied by 1,200 knights and men at arms, petty lords from Bavaria and other German lands as well as officials, courtiers and clergymen. The imperial company meet the duke and duchess in the Grote Markt, or the Grand Square in the city itself. The guild halls, or Negen Naties van Brussel (The Nine Sisters of Brussels) and the Town Hall framed the square itself, and it seemed like the whole bourgeouise of the city had come out for the occasion, all wearing their best. The nation guilds had gone into a frenzy before the visit, as fishmongers, pastry bakers, cobblers as well as goldsmiths, tapestry makers and armourers put out their most delicious wares and finest objects. A great wooden stage had been erected in the middle of the square and covered in colourful carpets and frech rushes. The high posts of the stage held up a canopy of purple say cloth with golden tassles, making it the center stage for the meeting. The banners of the duchy, with the danish lions and burgundian panters quartered waved from on top of it. Christian wore black samite with golden embroidery, and a cloak of purple velvet trimmed with ermine, while Isabella had dressed in crimson damask and cloth of silver. John of Burgundy stood beside his parents, wearing dark blue silk, golden samite and a overrobe of sable fur, fitted for his six year old self. The imperial and ducal couple heard a celebratory mass in Cathedral of St. Michael and St. Gudula together, before they rode towards the Coudenberg Palace, where the emperor and empress would be residing during their visit. As their visits came in the autumn, the banquet tables would feature a variety of game meats, venison, pheasant, partridge alongside delicacies of the sea; sturgeons, clams, mussels and oysters. William and Christian enjoyed hunting together outside the city, while the empress and duchess enjoyed less tenacious activities. For Anne and Isabella, this meeting was not the one they had suspected as children; Anne had been betrothed to Ferdinand of Austria until he wedded Isabella of Portugal, thus she and Isabella of Austria would have been sisters in law had Charles not died in 1517. For Anne, the humiliation of being jilted before all Christendom by the young king of Spain had left its mark, even now as empress she still harboured resentment toward her former fiancé. Even worse, the Spanish ambassador had attended the coronation in Aachen. Ferdinand of Spain wished to join the new imperial house to the Spanish Hapsburgs by marriage, and offered the hand of his only daughter to Heinrich of Bavaria. To William, this was a great proposal indeed; as the late emperor Maximilian’s only grandson, the Infanta could bring his new imperial house a great lineage and a major alliance, not to mention a rich dowry of Spanish gold. The Wittelsbach’s did not have the riches of Burgundy behind them and William did not wish to be a pauper emperor either. Bavaria would become the crown jewel in the new empire, and that would take money. But the empress was fiercely opposed to a Spanish marriage. Her son marrying Isabel of Spain, the daughter of the king who had left her in great shame and humiliation, was a scenario she would rather die than endure. Anne was mindful of her status as empress and she was determined that her own children would wed into great ruling houses; those not of Spain that is to say. For her son, she championed a match with either Christine of Brabant or Madeleine of France, both alliances that would bring wealth, culture and connect Bavaria with great kingdoms of Christendom. No doubt the betrothal between Heinrich and Christine was first brought up by the ladies, while the men worked out mutually beneficial agreement regarding trades and other joint enterprises between the duchy and empire. Christian was still committed to the english regarding his son’s future marriage, but baby Christine becoming an imperial bride was a great prospect for her. With the support of the emperor and England, perhaps one day he could return as king of Scandinavia or at the very least John might. The Treaty of Brussels was made between the empire and duchy at the end of the visit, making it a great victory for the lost king of Denmark.

    Isabella of Austria was not the only Hapsburg sister who had a baby in 1525. In the castle of Buda, the young queen Mary gave birth to a son, named Stephen for the saint King of Hungary. His birth was greeted with enormous cheers in the kingdom, as king Louis II was the only son of his family. For Mary, this birth solidified her position as both queen and archduchess, for she and her husband had been designated as rulers of the Austrian lands as well. In the late autumn she and Louis left Hungary to make a state visit to their new land, as their presence was badly needed. The controlling magnates did not wish for their monarchs to leave the kingdom, fearing that the resources of Austria might be used by the king to take back control of the weak monarchy in Hungary and Bohemia. The election of William as emperor also meant that Louis had imperial backing from his brother in law. Mary, appealing to the estates in Austria had been able to secure enough power to see them safetly to Vienna. While Vienna was no longer the imperial capital, she had other reasons to wish to arrive there: the threath of the Ottomans was immense, as it was belived that the Sultan would come to Hungary with a army already in the next year. The duchy was a potential powerbase with money, manpower and protection. Mary managed to take her infant son with her to Austria after much quarrel, as she refused to let Stephen be in the care of any magnates that surely wished to manipulate or harm him should the occasion come to pass. In September, she and Louis arrived in Vienna to great cheer, who finally saw their rulers since near a decade.

    “They would not have been warmer received had they been emissaries of Christ himself”
    Unknown authour at the entrance of Mary and Louis in Vienna.

    The king and queen established themselves in the Hofburg castle in the city, the residence of the former rulers of the empire, now as faded at they were. The rooms had clearly been abandoned for long and the whole castle seemed dank and gloomy. The gardens and grounds were in a dilapitated state, while the facade needed renovation at several points. Mary ordered a complete inventory of the Hofburg, and that the gardens would be put back into order. The best apartments was quickly taken by the couple, after being scourged from top to bottom and the fabrics and furiture that had been taken from Hungary placed in it to make it comfortable. The queen took extra care with the nursery for her son, having the chamber aired out and put in fresh bedding for Stephen. Meanwhile Louis meet with the estates and royal council to go over the problems and other issues in Austria. The estates was very well aware of the pressing matter for soldiers for Hungary, but they also had conditions for their new ruler. Vienna had refused Maximilian entry in his last year due to the dept he had incurred and they were willing to be more forgiving for Louis and Mary, with certain conditions of course.

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    Louis II of Hungary and Bohemia, Archduke of Austria in 1525

    Louis had been in severe dept as the magnates and his own guardians had abused the crown’s finances and neglected him and the kingdom for many years, and thus the willingess of the Austrian estates to work with him came as a great relief. Their conditions would not be as ardeous as feared either and after many sessions of negotiation between the king and themselves, a more amicable agreement came to light in the winter of the year. Louis got a proper royal allowance and the promise of levies of men for the defense of Hungary for the spring of 1526. Stephen was also acknowledged as heir to Austria, much to his parents relief. Moneywise, the king was still heavily in crisis and the financial problems of Louis would last for many years to come, but in that christmas the gloomy Hofburg castle lit up once more with festivitious winter celebrations as Louis and Mary celebrated in the period that many now called the calm before the storm.


    Author's Note: So here we return to more continental affairs. And now we have a new Imperial House! Babies! France being humiliated in the imperial election! Ottomans coming!
     
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    Chapter 12 - 1526 part 1
  • Chapter 12 - 1526 part 1


    “We shall be the shame of Christendom if the valour of the French shall not stand up against the infidels and aid the defenders of Hungary in their times of need. Our endeavours in Italy will have to wait for another time. Now more than ever we shall stand next to our brothers in the true faith of christian sovereigns.”
    Quote by Francis I of France

    The loss of his preferred candidate in the imperial election of the previous year had caused Francis I of France humiliation. The new Emperor was so far an unknown element to France, would the House of Wittelsbach be anti-French or not? Bavaria laid near the former Hapsburg lands after all, and even more important, just over the Alps from the northern Italian lands, where coveted realms such as Milan were located that France had since long desired. Sensing a conflict with the new emperor over northern Italy the king had begun to gather a new army, equipped with weapons, guns and armour that would enter Italy in the spring of 1526. His intentions were to strike first and eliminate the chance of the new emperor to claim the lands himself, but the campaign never manifested as a much bigger threat emerged from the east: The Ottomans were coming for Hungary.

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    Queen Mary of Bohemia and Hungary

    Louis II and Queen Mary sent out for aid to all christian kingdoms during the winter, as the both knew the Sultan would come before summer is over. France received a delegation in February, and the ambassador pleaded for the king to sent whatever military support he could, as the selfish magnates of Hungary was resisting the king’s order. Ambassadors also went to kingdoms such as Spain, the Empire, the papal states and the Low Countries. Both of Mary’s siblings responded with great urgency and gathered men and weapons to her cause.

    “We can not sit idly by while the great infidels threaten the very border of Christendom and as the most Catholic Majesty, it is our duty to do our part in these dark times.”
    King Ferdinand I of Spain

    Emperor William addressed the Imperial Diet for the first time in Speyer of March, where the German princes confirmed their catholic faith and voted to support Hungary as well. This was once of William’s first successes as emperor, and no doubt it lifted his spirit as the empress was safely delivered of another healthy son just before the gathering.

    Duchess Isabella made a direct appeal to the Estates General that winter in Ghent that money and men should be raised to be sent to Hungary as well and in that she and Christian was more successful than their Danish endeavour. 5,600 soldiers arrived to Hungary from Brabant alongside with several guns and coffers of gold and silver from Isabella. 17,000 men came from Spain and Portugal, under the command of the Duke of Alba whom had volunteered to lead the forces against the sultan. Alba was an experienced dog of war, whom had taken part of the War of the Castilian succession and the Granada campaigns of Ferdinand and Isabella. Queen Isabella had pleaded with her brother in Portugal as well and the rich monarch had sent several coffers to Hungary alongside the Spanish soldiers. But it would be France that made an even bigger contribution to Louis’s cause that spring. Francis sent a force of 27,000 men and over a hundred guns, much to the astonishment of all. Louis II de la Trémoille and the Constable of France, Charles III, Duke of Bourbon were the military leaders that arrived in Hungary on the orders of the king, much to the relief of Louis. This was a clear sign that Francis was willing to set aside his plans in Italy to defend Christendom and it would be one of those rare occasions when the goals of several christian kings all aligned. The Hungarian magnates did not show up in droves either, as few wished to strengthen the king’s position. John Zapolya and his men did honour the king’s call and so did the Croatian count Christoph Frankopan, both who brought near 40, 000 men all together. The support from the foreign kingdoms was thus nearly all that came, but it was a great force in its own.

    Sultan Suleiman left Constantinople in the late April, accompanied by his Grand Vizier Ibrahim Pasha and an army of 70,000 men. Their route took them up over the city of Sofia, Belgrade and then to Buda. The iron discipline of the sultan held the force together as the weather was horrible and the thick mud made the cannons hard to move along the terrain.

    The battle of Mohacs field took place in the midst of a pelting rain. Both sides fought with ferocity and valour from the early morning until the late evening of the day afterwards. No doubt the Sultan found far greater resistance than he had expected and at several times his own life was in great danger as his own janissaries surrounded him as protection. But the sultan would survive the battlefield indeed. And so did king Louis. The army were evenly matched in terms of forces and guns; and the valour of the christian war commanders was unmatched. But the defence of Hungary would come at a high cost; Trémoille, Bourbon and Alba would all perish at Mohacs and so did Zapolya in the defence of the king whose crown he had been eying. Louis took a dangerous injury to his leg and as Zapolya had taken him from the battlefield, he had drowned in the nearby river as his heavy armour had weighted him down. Louis late said that Zapolya’s last act had been to push him back on his horse’s back before the water sweep the mighty magnate under. Delirious with fever, Louis had suffered from high temperatures and sweat for days before he managed to recover to hear the news that the Lord had spared Hungary from the grasp of the Ottomans. The battle had ended in a draw, as both sides had taken huge losses on the field and Suleiman had retreated for the first time in his career. Queen Mary wept openly when the news arrived to Vienna, where she had remained. “It is the greatest stroke of provenance that we have been spared from the devils grasp.”


    Author's Note: I know this chapter is short, but I hate writing battles, so I hope you all don't hate this. A less shitty battle of Mohács. Ta da!
     
    Chapter update regarding Savoy
  • So I have deleted chapter 13 now, because I was wrong about the Savoy sucession and it did not work out the way I planned. Thank you for your kind words and comments, I will be working on a new chapter as during the weekend and we will hopefully get another look at the Duchy of Savoy then.

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    Chapter 13 - 1526 part 2 and 1527
  • Chapter 13 - 1526 part 2 and 1527


    Francis’s glory was tarnished by the death of Queen Claude weeks after Mohács. The delivery of her latest daughter in the autumn had been extremely difficult, and while baby Anne was thriving, her mother was the very opposite. Claude had suffered fainting spells, migraines and agues since the birth to such degree that the court physicians recommended to the king that he abstain from her bed for a long while. Her daughters had been placed in the care of their aunt as their mother was incapacitated and while Francis had never been in love or faithful to his wife, he seemed very concerned about her, even snapping at his mother to give her peace and quiet. Claude passed away from due to a fever spell in the company of her eldest son and husband late in the evening at Chambord, much to the dauphin’s grief. The king took François into his own chamber for the night where he consoled him until the boy had cried himself to sleep.

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    Claude of France, Queen Consort of France

    Claude’s legacy to France had been rather meager in most regards except two: she had replenished the royal family several times over and given Brittany to the Valois dynasty. Louis XI had left one son behind and Charles VIII had died without heirs, while Louis XII had left two daughters behind. Claude had given Francis three healthy sons in addition to her daughters, securing the Valois-Angouleme dynasty. Her maternal inheritance of the duchy of Brittany was also firmly tied to the crown at her death, as the dauphin succeeded her as the Duke.

    Francis would not be the only king becoming a widower in the spring; so did Joao III of Portugal as Catherine of Austria died. Her tenure as consort lasted around a thousand days and she left a frail newborn son behind, as her firstborn infanta Maria Isabel did not outlive her mother for long. Infante Alfonso died days later after his sister, leaving the king without heirs of his own. The sudden shock of Catherine’s death hit both Iberian kingdoms hard, Joao had been very fond of his wife and Ferdinand loved his youngest sister dearly. Both courts plunged into mourning, as the church bells rang in both kingdoms in sorrow. While Joao was still young and had brothers to spare, his second marriage would have to be taken into consideration and so would that of his siblings. Maria of Aragon had given the late king Manuel eight living children and now Joao decided to ensure that the future of Portugal would be secured. The infantas had already married, Isabella to Spain and Beatriz to Savoy and the infantes Alfonso and Henrique had been placed in the church since young, but Luis, Ferdinand and Duarte were still unmarried. Joao arranged for Ferdinand’s betrothal to Guiomar Coutinho, 5th Countess of Marialva and 3rd Countess of Loulé, a wealthy heiress of Portugal, and began negotiations with Jaime of Braganza for the hand of his only daughter Dona Isabel to Duarte. Luis was a harder nut to crack, as he was more unwilling to relinquish his bachelorhood, but Joao was determined to find him a bride as well. The king’s own marriage naturally took priority over those of his brothers and while Joao refused to marry until a year had passed from Catherine’s passing, the search began during the winter of 1526.

    Portugal was not the only kingdom on a bridal hunt as the search for a bride for the Prince of Wales begun in earnest after the new year’s celebrations of 1527. His first two betrothed had been daughters of Francis I, and while France was still considered an option, Henry and Catherine also looked elsewhere. But Ned was not their only son either; the Duke of York’s betrothal to Katherine Willoughby had been announced during the Christmas festivities in the midst of the Yuletide joy. The eight-year-old boy delighted in being at the center of attention, as he was frequently overshadowed by his elder brother in most occasion. Henry Tudor, or Hal of Nottingham as he was called during his life took after his father the most. Unlike his tall, slender brother, he was shorter and stouter with a round face and a mop of auburn hair. While Ned was no doubt the pride of both his parents, Hal was his father’s delight and as Ned was often away in Wales, it was his brother than got their father’s attention the most. Ned had now reached the esteemed age of eleven and while he loved his brother, he considered himself closer to an adult. His lessons got more advanced and more martially minded; grammar, rhetoric and the study of laws joined hunting, dancing and even sword fighting as Henry wished for his heir to learn the arts of war. No doubt this was also encouraged by Catherine, whom had organised the defence of the kingdom against the Scots in 1513, and she also created a curriculum for Ned that instructed the prince regarding logistics, strategy and field medicine. Her son seemed to take to his lessons like a duck to water in that regard, his master of arms reported that the prince showed signs of becoming a gifted horseman and proficient with the blade.

    The king no doubt cherished Mary as well, but given that she was a six years old girl, she got her mother’s attention more. As the only daughter in the family, Catherine devoted considerable time to Mary, especially regarding her education. Mary herself adored Catherine and attached herself to her during ceremonies, as many courtiers commented that she seemed like a miniature queen already. Catherine taught all her children Latin, but Mary was also tutored in dancing and music, such as the virginals and the lute. As she was a precocious girl, Mary performed at Christmas to her parents delight and danced with her brothers. Katherine Willoughby entered the queen’s household at Christmas, as she was to be educated like a royal duchess and she swiftly became one of Mary’s playmates.

    During the spring England got several potential offers for the hand of prince Edward from various kingdoms. France offered Madeleine of Valois, or a proxy such as Marie de Bourbon, Marie de Guise and Isabella of Navarre, with the promise that either one of the girls would come with a dowry and trousseau suited for a royal bride. The Duchy of Brabant proposed a match with either Christine of Brabant, or a Dutch proxy such as Anne of Cleves, as duchess Isabella kept close ties with ducal house of Cleves. From Spain came a proposal for the hand of the infanta Isabel, one that Catherine favored greatly. Other suggestions came from various Nordic kingdoms, Elizabeth of Denmark, Birgitta of Sweden and Hedwig of Poland amongst others. The Danish one was immediately rejected, the Swedish one was considered far to low and not interesting to England, but Hedwig was a more interesting concern. Poland and England had little interest in each other, but with enough of a mutual interest perhaps one could be created.

    France also made suggestions for Portugal, as Joao III needed a new bride as well. Francis proposed a marriage with Isabella of Navarre, whom had been raised in the court since toddlerhood and Joao gave that match great consideration. Isabella was of royal blood and she would certainly bring a proper dowry to Portugal, but King Ferdinand reacted very strongly upon finding out. The Spanish ambassador made it extremely clear that such a marriage would be considered an offence to them, as it could threaten their own claim on Navarre. Joao thus backed away from that match as peace with Spain was of far more importance. He himself was greatly interested in another french bride; Renée of France. The sister of the late queen Claude had been raised at court and was at this time sixteen years old, thus of marriable age. Her claim to Brittany had been considered one of the reasons Francis was cautious in seeking a suitor to her, but Portugal was not a nation hostile to France. As one of the richest kingdoms in Europe it was a suitable match for France as well, but Francis was still hesitant. Duchess Isabella took that chance to suggest her own candidate to Joao, Anne of Cleves. The duchy and Portugal had long ties since Isabella of Portugal had married Philip the good close to a century ago and it would certainly benefit both kingdoms regarding trade. But Anne was still only twelve years old, while Renée was ripe for the matrimonial bed. The royal council advocated for a marriage with Portugal as well, as it could lead to France gaining influence in the Iberian Peninsula, encourage trade and ally the new Valois-Angouleme House with the House of Avis. Negotiations started in February between the kingdoms and it was finished around May, and Renée was married by proxy to the Portuguese ambassador that stood in for the king at Blois. At the same ceremony Renée surrendered her own claim to Brittany formally before the whole court and signed the necessary document the king had provided. Her trousseau and the first instalment of the dowry would be sent alongside Renée herself, while the rest would be paid over the next few years as Francis promised. The fleet of ships that carried her to Portugal consisted of 27 boats in total, three galleys and two dozen smaller vessels. After a stormy voyage the new queen arrived in Lisbon, green around the gills from seasickness. Queen Renée of France, or Rainha Renata de Franca as she was hailed meet her husband days later, as she first had to recover from the voyage to Portugal, but once she did her first meeting with Joao went well. Joao was perhaps rather sombre and very religious, but he was kind to his young bride and Renée found him more refreshing than the strutting king of France. Portugal also meant freedom from the awful Louise of Savoy, the king’s overbearing mother and Renée was for the first time the first lady of the court in her own right.

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    Renée of France, Queen Consort of Portugal in 1528

    As all foreign brides, Renée was tasked with upholding the alliance between her native land and her married one, something that became very difficult in that very summer. Mere weeks after her marriage the Duke of Savoy died in the first week of June from a accident, leaving the succession in turmoil: his marriage to Beatriz of Portugal had left behind one surviving child, the three year old Yolande Maria. As the duchy followed salic law, Yolande was inedible to inherit the throne and it was her uncle, Philippe that would now become the next duke. The Count of Genevois had entered the service of King Louis XII and had fought under France at the battle of Agnadello in 1509 and he currently served in the court of Francis I, when the news hit the Valois king. To Francis this was a stroke of fortune as it gave him the opportunity to further increase French influence in Northen Italy and if he played his cards right the path to northern Italy would be completely open. Philippe was promptly summoned to Chambord and it was right before the whole assembled court that he was proclaimed the rightful Duke of Savoy with Francis promising him his support in taking control of his inheritance. To Philippe this was a surprise and he promptly accepted the help of the king, beginning preparations to go to Savoy. But one thing was also on his mind: his bachelorhood. As Philippe was thirty-seven years old at this time and still unmarried, he would need to marry swiftly to ensure that the duchy had heirs. And if Francis wanted to give him an army to secure his duchy, then so he could give him a wife. The king kicked himself in private for marrying Renée to Joao III, had he waited a few weeks more she would have been perfect for Philippe, but he could hardly demand the Queen of Portugal return to France. Renée also noted in her diaries that she “breathed a sigh of relief of being away from France at this time”. But Renée was not the only lady that Francis could offer to Philippe. Since Savoy also laid near the Duchy of Lorraine and the current duke, Antoine was a close friend of the king, he proposed a marriage with Marie de Guise, the duke’s niece and a scion of one of the most powerful families in France. Philippe had mixed feelings about that match, as Marie was only twelve at this time, but on the other hand she would bring him a dowry and all the support he could need. Her father, the count of Guise was also a very effective general in service to France and a friend of Philippe and Francis. To sweeten the deal, Francis promised to elevate the count to a Duke and to dowry Marie richly. Philippe accepted the arrangement and married his young bride in the first week of July.

    The dowager duchess Beatriz was greatly distressed of her brother-in law’s actions and feared for her little daughter’s safety. Charles had left no posthumous child either and she refused to remain in Savoy only to see her own position being usurped by some little french girl of all things. And Savoy would certainly become a springboard for French ambitions in Italy as well, regardless of the duchy being an imperial fief. Philippe sent a delegation to her in July, in which he declared that she was of course welcome to remain in the duchy as long as she wished and that he would give her and Yolande Marie all the consideration their position demanded. He also asked that she maintained the reins of government until he arrived in Chambéry to take his rightful place as duke along with his new duchess in a few weeks. This set Beatriz’s teeth on edge, as she had no intentions of remaining in a French controlled Savoy, and she begun to pack in secretly. The remainer of her dowry, her possessions, and whatever objects of value in the household was quickly gathered in coffers and chests, alongside with the riches of the royal chapel and smaller pieces of furniture, as well as fabrics, books, jewellery, gold and silver plate, glassware and tapestries. Let his new duchess enjoy the bare rooms upon her arrival. Beatriz would not surrender a single pearl to her. She reached out to the emperor for help as well and their secret correspondence continued in the weeks before the new duke came. The dowager planned her escape in secrecy, as she refused to be parted with her daughter. No doubt Yolande Marie would remain in her uncle’s care, but Beatriz refused to leave her behind. Emperor William was also upset that the imperial fief seemed to be sliding into French control, but as he was currently engulfed in troubles with the duke Ulric regarding the duchy of Wurttemberg at this time, he could only spare enough men to escort her safely from Turin to Bavaria.

    “You and your dear daughter are of course welcome to our court in Munich as the king of France seems to have forgotten that the Duke of Savoy are a imperial subject and not one of his.” Emperor William I

    When Philippe crossed into Chambéry in the second week of August accompanied by 5,700 French men at arms and knights, he found to his surprise that the ducal castle was empty of not only his sister-in law and niece, but also stripped almost bare. Beatriz had left a fortnight before in the middle of the night, accompanied by some of her household, a few of her husband’s officials that loathed the idea of the French taking over Savoy, including Eustace Chapuys, a rising star in the ducal court and her daughter Yolande. The coffers and chests had been secured to pack mules and wagons that accompanied them to Turin. The Susa Valley where the dowager and her small entourage was traveling was thick with pilgrims along the Via Francigena, the pilgrimage road that encompassed the distance between the cathedral city of Canterbury in England, cut through France and all the way down to the city of Rome itself. Here she took up residence in the ancient Valentino Castle that was part of her dower, until the imperial escort arrived eight days later and they departed once more for the city of Innsbruck. Philippe found out about the imperial scheme too late; they had already crossed the alps at this point. Her secret flight infuriated him greatly. Not only had she taken his niece unlawfully, but it was a great humiliation to begin his new reign. Marie de Guise was greatly shocked as well, as the glittering castle she had imagined had turned out to be a near bare one in a provincial realm and the situation of her being married to a duke thrice her age far away from the glamorous courts in the Loire Valley. Her letters to her father showed her great distress: “There is barely a scrap of silk or damask remaining and of silver I can find nothing of value. The dowager seemed to have taken all riches in all of Savoy and I am left with nothing. I fear that this court shall be the poorest in Christendom and I am to be the duchess of paupers, mocked by all.” Beatriz and Yolande arrived in Bavaria with great welcome and was given lodgings in the Alterhof residence in the city of Munich. They were both frequent visitors to the imperial court and Yolande quickly made friends with the emperor’s only daughter, Helene.

    The new duke of Savoy being beholden to France was a worrying prospect to the emperor and as the king would certainly attempt to once more take all of Italy soon with the Savoyard obstacle removed. William turned his gaze to the Sforza family who’s future once again seemed threatened. Francesco II Sforza’s elder brother Massimiliano Maria Sforza was still alive, but he had been held prisoner by France since 1515 and Milan was currently occupied by France. Francesco was still unmarried at the age of thirty-two and that needed to be remedied right away if Milan was to one day return to independence with the Sforza’s. In the late autumn Francesco got an invitation to join the imperial court for Christmas and he accepted. The journey would be shrouded in secrecy to avoid the prying eyes of France, but William had begun to learn the art of subterfuge well. Both Francesco and Beatriz joined the emperor and empress for the festivities, seated next to each other at the table of honor deliberately. If this went the way he planned, then France would get a surprise in the future.

    But regardless to king Francis, the year of 1527 had been a very good one indeed. And with Savoy secured, now it was time for another endeavor; the search for a new Queen of France.


    Author's Note: So here is a new version of chapter 13. Hopefully it is better than the last one. And with some twists along the way!
     
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