Chapter 29: Seymour, Seymour
August, 1546
Edward cleared his throat and spoke. “Lady Elizabeth is dead. The illness that took her down from her health months ago has finally finished its foul work. I had a letter from her tutor earlier this morning.” In truth, the woman had been dead for a few weeks now, but Edward had not wanted to ruin this moment. “This leaves us in a very dire situation in regards to Scotland and means we do not have a bride to offer the Duke of Rothesay.” They did, but he knew the Queen Regent would never give up her daughter.
“Does King James know?” the Queen Regent asked.
“He will do soon enough. I had to write to him to ensure he knew. It was only good manners.” Edward said. In truth, he had written to the man weeks ago, when Lady Elizabeth had actually died.
“He will move back to France then.” The Queen Regent said, sounding surprisingly sad. “Which means we will need to strengthen Calais.”
Edward decided to voice what he thought. “We could always offer him Princess Eleanor, Your Majesty. A Princess in return for him avoiding an alliance with France would be in both our interests.”
The Queen Regent frowned. “Princess Eleanor is only five years old, she is far too young to be betrothed to anyone. And we both know that the King of Scots would want her to go to Scotland. I will not allow that.”
“Then perhaps we can suggest that he send his daughter Mary southwards, to be betrothed to the King?” Edward suggested, that would be preferable though a waste of a marriage.
“No.” the Queen Regent said. Mary of Scotland has no value. She is not heiress. The King needs marry someone of value.”
“Then we must accept that we have lost Scotland.” Edward said, feigning defeat, but knowing full well that the ball was in his court.
The Queen Regent nodded. “We shall need to strengthen Calais.” She looked at Dudley as she said that and the man nodded and made a note of it.
Norfolk spoke then. “With Lady Elizabeth dead, we must hold an inquest into what was responsible for her death. I do not for one second believe that a healthy girl such as her could suffer for so long.”
Edward kept his mouth shut for a moment, to fight back the nervousness. “Indeed. Quite rightly so. And whoever is responsible must face the full force of the law.” He hid his nervousness behind a drink of wine.
As if sensing that something was amiss, Cranmer spoke. “We have also had news from Spain.”
“Go on.” The Queen Regent said.
“His Royal Highness the Prince of Asturias is likely going to be in need of a wife. His current wife Princess Maria is ill, having given birth to a stillborn girl. The couple have not had any surviving children, and therefore the succession is in danger.” Cranmer said.
“What are you proposing?” Edward asked. He thought he knew, but did not want to give voice.
“That we have the King propose Lady Mary as a bride for Prince Philip, should Princess Maria die. I am sure that the Emperor will accept such a marriage. Though of course her legitimacy will need to be recognised by the court to ensure that it stands.” Cranmer said.
“Out of the question.” The Queen Regent said. “To do so would fly in the face of everything that my husband, His Majesty King Henry had done since his great Matter.”
“There is also a chance that she might recover.” Edward said. “Besides, I am not sure we should ally with Spain.”
Cranmer sighed. “If that is your wish, Your Majesty.”
“It is.” The Queen Regent said. “I will not allow that woman to marry.”
And that will be your downfall. Edward thought to himself, making a note to speak with Lady Mary the next time he was near her residence.