Chapter 67: From One Emperor To Another
January, 1556
“I have always liked Brussels. There’s just so much energy and movement about this place. And there’s a calm which you just can’t get in Vienna.” Charles said. He could feel his bones growing weary, he was just happy that he had left instructions for Philippe on how to handle Spain. Now he just needed to speak with his brother. Ferdinand was before him. “Of course you do not much care do you? Why would you? Brussels and everything in Burgundy shall go to Philippe.”
Ferdinand said nothing. They had been close once upon a time, when they were younger, but their mother’s death had brought up old hurts, and now his brother was but a stranger to him. that pained him. Charles spoke again. “I wished to commend you on the success of Augsburg. It will bring peace to the Empire for many years.”
“Thank you, Your Imperial Majesty.” Ferdinand said.
Charles grimaced. “Please, Ferdinand, we are brothers, call me by my name.”
His brother looked at him and sighed. “Very well, Charles.”
Charles nodded, there had been times before, when he was a younger man when he had considered rescuing their mother from her hell, but he never had. And for that he would bear eternal shame. Still, that did not bear thinking about now, he had important things to discuss. “Philippe will get Spain and Burgundy, that much we have already agreed on. You shall get the Empire and our hereditary lands.” He saw his brother nod. “But before I died, I wished to speak to you about the marriage proposals being put forward.”
“Joanna would make the most sense for this new French King. They are of the same age.” Ferdinand said.
From the look on his brother’s face, Charles could tell the man had thought long and hard about it. “Are you sure? I know you have your reservations.”
“If it means keeping the French off our backs and ensuring we have the resources to tackle the Ottomans, I am all for it.” Ferdinand said.
Ah, yes, the Ottomans the great bane of his brother’s life. “Very well, I shall let them ambassador know.” He paused then and thought for a moment, then asked. “And how are things looking on that front?”
His brother grimaced. “They continue to support that idiot Zapolya and ensure that we cannot get peace there. But, they are also facing their own internal troubles. I believe the Sultan didn’t name a successor before he died, therefore his sons and brothers are fighting one another. This will give us an opportunity to flush out Zapolya for good.”
Charles smiled. “That is good, very good.”
“Indeed, we shall need serious reform though to hold onto any gains.” Ferdinand replied.
Charles nodded, but he was too tired to discuss such things, instead he asked. “The English have proposed a Lady Margaret Stewart, for Carlos, do you think such a marriage is acceptable?”
His brother snorted. “The girl is the daughter of a daughter of a Princess. She is not acceptable, but you knew that. So, why did you ask?”
“Because, it did not come directly from Queen Mary.” Charles said.
“Who did it come from then?” Ferdinand asked.
“The Earl of Pembroke sent the missive. He said he was acting on his Queen’s orders.” Charles said.
Ferdinand looked at him. “You do not believe him?”
“No. Maria, would never insult us so.” Charles said.
“So, will you mention this to her?” Ferdinand asked.
“No, I will not embarrass our cousin and make her deal with a situation which is already tense. I will politely ignore the request.” Charles said.
“And no doubt make an offer for Maria’s daughter’s hand for Carlos?” Ferdinand asked.
“Naturally.” Charles replied.