The Moldavian War was bloody, and it was probably the war that ended Moldavia as it had been known. Where Stephen VIII of Moldavia could easily defeat the powers of the King of Poland, who struggled to control his own country, the triple power of John Albert Jaigellon, Vladislaus Jaigellon and Sigismund Jaigellon, who was voted in as Grand Duke of Lithuania in lieu of Alexander, meant that even Stephen’s previously successful strategies were unable to match the sheer numbers. And thus, when he was betrayed by his only legitimate son, Bodgan. Bodgan managed to split the already small army in two, and in August of 1503, he surrendered on the condition that Poland, Lithuania and Hungary support his accession to the throne. It was readily accepted and, on the 18th of November, 1503, Stephen VIII of Moldavia was defeated completely and imprisoned by the King of Poland, along with Alexander Jaigellon, who was officially stripped of any titles he might still have had, and Mircea of Moldavia, who was to die shortly after capture, leaving Elisabeth Jaigellon wedded but not bedded, and thus, as a reward for turning to them, Bodgan was allowed to marry his brother’s widow.
Each of the remaining Jaigellon brothers would return home to various good news. The King of Hungary and Bohemia’s wife had, while he had been gone, given birth to a daughter, named Elisabeth, after his mother. Sigismund found himself now able to fully enjoy his position as Grand Duke of Lithuania, and in an effort to make himself better liked by the Lithuanian peoples, he married Anna Žygimantaitis, granddaughter of Michael Žygimantaitis, possibly illegitimate. The match, however, had the desired effect, and even if he looked to bring a distinctly foreign influence into the country, it wasn’t one that was unheard of for the Lithuanian people. For John Albert, the good news was that, not only was his son doing well, but he also had a new found respect amongst those who had once doubted him. It wasn’t enough to make him beloved, but the King was now, suddenly, taken seriously. Even Alexander, having lost everything on a gamble, found his new situation somewhat enjoyable. His wife, while no longer bringing him the alliance he had wanted, would give birth to a daughter named Maria, before travelling with her to Poland, where she begged to be installed with her husband. The request was granted, and the three would create an almost idyllic state in their gilded prison.
In Scotland, life was not nearly as clean cut. While war had officially ended with England, they had welcomed the Earl of Suffolk with open arms, and as he returned from France, empty handed and asking about that court Robert had promised, the King of Scotland suddenly seemed to realise that, yes, he had promised to pay this man’s way through the rest of his life. As a fellow King.
His Queen, meanwhile, found herself equally annoyed at the situation, although for completely different reasons. If Robert had to pay financially, Anne of Foix-Candale paid with her ears. For Margaret de la Pole, feeling herself the Frenchborn Princess’ social peer, felt the need to talk endlessly, and to painstakingly discuss the minute details of each day. Granted, she wasn’t rude, and seemed fully aware that, while theoretically she was at the same level as the Queen, in practicality she was a hanger on, she refused to allow that to ruin her days in Edinburgh. And thus, in May, the “English Court” was formed and sent away to Perth, where the King of Scotland gave them a castle, and a note not to spend too much. And remember, when de la Pole was King, he must pay back every bit of this. During this time, the Queen of Scotland laboured through a particulary difficult pregnancy, giving birth on the 7th of September. The birth of a second son to the Scottish royal family, named James Stewart, was celebrated happily by the King.
However, if Robert was annoyed he had to deal with the Earl of Suffolk, Henry VII was furious that the twat was still alive, much less returned from a trip to France. While he knew France was not in alliance with Scotland and thus nominally in support of de la Pole, he saw no reason why they couldn’t simply send the bastard home. Granted, he had been in the same position in France prior to taking the throne, but this was different. It wasn’t him. And, to top it off, his attempts to bring along the betrothal between Henry Tudor, Prince of Wales and Eleanor of Burgundy were falling short. The King of England was on thin ice in terms of England, and even if he righted it, his son might too lose his balance. Granted, there was still time, but he to deal with his fears for the future, Henry VII of England needed someone on his side. And the perfect opportunity arose when the Duke of Savoy died, and his brother thus ascended to the ducal throne. Young, unattached and eager for a bride, the King of England, in an uncharacteristic move, eagerly put his daughter forward for his bride. And, since marrying a pretty girl with a fat dowry was appealing, he accepted. The terms were still being drawn out as the year ended, but it at least now, England was getting somewhere.