Chapter 48: Spain
April, 1611
Felipe, King of Spain and her empire took a deep shuddering breath and tried to prevent the tremors in his hands from showing. He was tired. Ruling such a vast network of territories was exhausting and he didn’t have the energy for it. He’d only been King for thirteen years and he already wanted to seek the sanctuary of the monastery. Only the thought that his son and heir Felipe was a mere boy of six prevented him from doing that. He would not burden his son.
Instead, he looked at Francisco, his chief advisor and spoke. “Our sister Isabella has written to say that our niece is better.” That was a good thing, he had prayed fervently for his niece to recover. He didn’t want his sister to experience anymore trauma, not after the death of her sons.
“That is good, Sire.” Francisco replied. “Has she said anything about the marriage proposal?”
Felipe sighed. He had not mentioned it in his letter before, thinking it inconsiderate, but he decided to tell a small lie to ease Francisco’s nerves. The man was obsessed with the marriage for some reason. “She has said that she and her husband are willing to consider it.”
“Good, that is very good, Sire.” Francisco answered. “It must be Infante Carlos who is offered, Sire.”
Felipe frowned. “Why Carlos?”
Carlos was his second son and was only four years old. Felipe’s eldest son and namesake, Felipe, was six and was the more attractive groom, surely?
“Because it would be wiser to avoid a personal union with the Netherlands, Sire.” Francisco answered. “The truce we negotiated with the Republic is holding strong for now, but if they think that there is some chance for a personal union between the Netherlands and Spain again, they will not hesitate to break the truce.”
“You think they would?” Felipe asked horrified. “I thought the Prince of Orange was a decent man.”
“He is, Sire.” Francisco replied. “But the Republic is not ruled by the Prince of Orange alone, but rather the merchants of Holland and Amsterdam. If they suspect a union between Spain and the Netherlands, they will push for war to protect their commercial interests.”
Felipe sighed. Commercial interests as a valid reason for war? That wasn’t very Christian, but then the Republic was filled with heretics, so what else could be expected? “So, Carlos for my niece. Is that what you are suggesting?”
“Yes, Sire.” Francisco said. “To keep the peace and to ensure that the headache of the Netherlands remains over there.” Francisco said that last part with a smile to let Felipe know he was joking.
Felipe grinned in return and then said. “Very well, let us see what my sister decides.” He knew it would be his sister deciding, she had her husband firmly under her thumb after all.
There was a brief pause as Felipe felt his hands start to shake even more intensely. He took a deep breath and then focused on Francisco, as another thought came to his mind then. “The King of Poland has replied to the offer we made him.”
“Sire?” Francisco replied tentatively.
“He has accepted.” Felipe said.
Francisco visibly relaxed in relief. “That is good, Sire. A marriage to Poland will bring a lot of benefits.”
“Such as?” Felipe asked. Poland was on the other side of Europe, and involved in some strange business with Russia and Sweden, what possible benefits could it bring?
“New trade routes for Your Most Catholic Majesty’s merchants, which will give the Kingdom a chance to grow, which will help reduce the deficit. Poland is a market that is waiting to be exploited, Sire. Your Most Catholic Majesty’s father knew that and I think we must build on that.” Francisco replied.
Felipe sighed. “Fine.” A pause and then. “How will we pay for the dowry though? As you say there is a deficit, and we have promised quite a high dowry.”
500,000 if he remembered correctly, an amount of money that would leave what little credit he had left with the Bankers, dry.
“Your Most Catholic Majesty need not worry about the dowry, Sire.” Francisco said. “I have thought of a way to cover the cost.”
“How?” Felipe asked.
“I will pay for some of it.” Francisco said. Felipe frowned, his chief minister paying for some of the dowry? That was not good. That was not good at all.
“And the rest of the dowry can be paid for from the property confiscated from the Moriscos.” Francisco added.
“Will there be enough?” Felipe asked. He’d had some misgivings about expelling the Moriscos, but his wife, his aunt and Francisco had all agreed that it was a wise idea and so rare was it for all three to agree on something that he’d gone through with it.
“I think so, over time it will be. Her Highness will not be getting married until 1617 at least, by which point there will have been a return on the action.” Francisco said.
The way Francisco said that last made Felipe frown. “But?” He asked.
“But we will also need to keep the English quiet.” Francisco said.
“What are they doing now?” Felipe asked. The English were a constant thorn in his side. He could understand why his father had wanted to destroy them.
“Their Parliament has voted in favour of funding more colonial expansion in America.” Francisco said.
“But isn’t that in violation of our Treaty?” Felipe exclaimed, outraged.
“It is, Sire.” Francisco replied.
“So, what do we do?” Felipe asked. Did he declare war or threaten the English?
“We must put pressure on them. I would advise against any direct military action, but using our friends in London to bribe people such as the Earl of Suffolk to get them to hinder English colonial policy would be very beneficial.” Francisco said.
Felipe could see the sense in that so he said. “Very well, do that.” A thought struck him then. “What about the Irish? Could they not be used?” The Irish had been a favoured tool of his father in the past whenever the English had been causing him headaches. Indeed, Felipe had the Earl of Tyrone and other Irish dissidents waiting for action in Rome, perhaps he could send them onto Ireland with money and arms?
“I think that is possible though I would advise against using Tyrone, Sire.” Francisco said.
“Who would you use then?” Felipe asked.
“Someone close to the centre of English politics and the Royal Family. Someone who they’d least expect.” Francisco said. “Someone who can be turned by a promise of a crown himself.”
“Who?” Felipe asked.
Francisco smile. “Prince Henry of England’s Irish friend.”
Felipe raised an eyebrow, was that possible? Francisco seemed to think so, so, Felipe simply said. “Go for it.”