Chapter 119: Prince of Asturias
April, 1570
A month after marrying his cousin Anna, Carlos had to admit being married wasn’t all that bad. He woke up with a beautiful woman next to him every morning, he went to bed discussing things that interested both of them, every night. It was perfection. And it also meant his father and mother both stopped hounding him over something or the other. Of course, meals with his entire family were still a regular occurrence, though he’d managed to beg off the last one due to Anna being unwell. This time however, he’d had to attend, Anna had insisted.
So, here they were. Sat around the dining table in the Palace, with servants being the only other people present. Carlos shifted in his chair and looked at Anna, she smiled at him, and then the King spoke in German so that Anna could understand, though she spoke Spanish somewhat well, the family had decided to speak in German in private. “You are going to be visiting Barcelona and Valencia on your progress are you not?”
It had been meticulously arranged by Carlos, a way for the people of Aragon to get to see them. “Yes, we are.” Carlos said.
“And what do you plan on doing whilst you are there?” The King asked.
“We were planning on going to see the Three Wings, and the Monument to King Carlos I, alongside the play about the Reconquista.” Carlos said. That last had been Anna’s idea. She claimed one of the actresses in the play was famous even in Vienna.
“How very cultured.” The King said, an odd tone in his voice. Carlos saw Mother look at the King strangely and wondered if they’d been fighting.
“Why, is there something you wished for us to do whilst we were there, Sire?” Carlos asked. He hoped not. doing official duties was always boring, but especially more so in Aragon where the people were so full of themselves.
“Yes, actually.” The King said. “We want you to pay a visit to the garrisons in both cities, and give speeches to them. They must know that they are remembered and that the crown owes them a debt.”
Carlos was about to say that the Duke of Alva had already done just that, but a quick look at his mother told him not to, instead he merely nodded and said. “As you command, Sire.”
The King said nothing, but nodded all the same. Isabella spoke then. “I think you will love Barcelona, Anna, it is filled with all sorts of things, and has some of the best plays going around in Europe.”
Anna smiled. “I’d heard as much. I have heard the play on the Reconquista is the best play currently going.”
“Oh it is!” Isabella said.
“When did you go and see it?” Carlos asked intrigued.
Isabella hesitated, and Carlos immediately knew his sister had not been meant to go and see it. “She went when we were there last year.” Mother said quickly.
The King looked at Mother then and said. “Such a play is not fit for a young woman.”
“It is a play about our ancestors, Felipe, it is something all our children should know about.” Mother said.
“Even me?” Felipe the younger, Carlos’ younger brother asked.
“You yes, her, no.” The King said.
“Why? Can a woman not know the history of her homeland?” Mother asked, something biting in her tone.
Carlos took Anna’s hand under the table and squeezed it. This was exactly why he had not wanted to come to the dinners. Mother and Father always fought over the silliest of things.
“She can, but not in a manner such as that play.” The King said.
“Pah. You just don’t want her to see your mistress.” Mother replied.
Before the King could reply food was served, they ate in silence, and then when they were done, Carlos excused himself and Anna, as they walked down the hallway, Anna asked him. “Are they always like that?”
Carlos snorted. “Oh this was tame, sometimes the arguments can result in shouting for days, even months.”
“Why? Uncle Felipe never seemed like this before?” Anna asked.
“Because he presents one image to everyone else and another to us. He and Mother don’t get along.” Carlos said.
Anna took his hand then and asked him sincerely. “We won’t be like that will we?”
Carlos looked at her and their joined hands and said. “Of course not, I am not my father.”