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Chapter 228: Palatinate Shuffle
June, 1627
“It seems that my mother has fallen ill.” Elizabeth said.
“Oh?” Frederick replied taking a seat. “What’s wrong with her?”
“Henry writes that she’s down with some sort of stomach issue. At first they all thought it would pass as her previous issues had done, but this time it seems more permanent. And there’s a lump.” Elizabeth said.
“A lump?” Frederick asked, his eyes widening.
“A lump.” Elizabeth confirmed. “The doctors found it, it’s small, but it’s there.”
“So, what happens now?” Frederick asked.
“Well, apparently the doctors told Henry of this procedure that can be done, it can drain the fluid from the lump and perhaps give Mother the all clear. However, it’s only been done twice before.” Elizabeth said.
“And what were the results in those two times?” Frederick asked.
“The first time the patient died, the second time, the patient recovered.” Elizabeth said.
“So, there’s a half and half chance Mother could live or die.” Frederick surmised.
“Exactly.” Elizabeth said. “Mother has said she wants to go through with it, but Henry isn’t sure.” Indeed, Henry had written the letter to her purely to ask her advice.
“And what do you think should be done?” Frederick asked.
“I think that if Mother wants to have the procedure, she should go for it. She’s aware of the risks and the consequences.” Elizabeth said. “And I don’t want my mother to die.”
That was the whole truth. That might make her selfish but it was the truth. She didn’t want her mother to die and if there was even the barest of chances that this procedure could save her, well then, she would take it.
Frederick nodded. “So, you know what to write to Henry then.”
Elizabeth smiled, deciding to change the topic she asked. “Have you decided what you’re going to do then?”
“I have, I’m going to Frankfurt.” Frederick said.
Frankfurt, where the Imperial Diet would meet to discuss all sorts of business, and if rumours were true elect the next King of the Romans. Frederick had been putting off making a decision on whether he was going to attend or vote by proxy for weeks now, so the fact that he’d decided to go was a relief.
“What changed your mind?” Elizabeth asked.
“My friends in Prague say that the King of Bohemia is going to attend and that he expects to be placed as the candidate for the election.” Frederick said.
“Not the Emperor’s son in law?” Elizabeth asked. That had been the main reason why Frederick had hesitated in wanting to go. Giving the Emperor’s son in law the succession would mean setting a precedent of the sort none of the Electors really wanted. Not really.
“Indeed not.” Frederick said. “It seems the Empress convinced her husband against it.”
“Perhaps the Empress is smarter than we thought.” Elizabeth commented. She’d always wondered who it was who actually led that relationship. The Empress from who the Emperor derived his claim to the Netherlands, or the Emperor who was the man and commanded the armies and all of the rest of it.
“Indeed, though I think the Emperor intends to crown his son in law and daughter as King and Queen of the Netherlands.” Frederick said.
“Can he do that?” Elizabeth asked. “I thought the Netherlands were part of the Empire?” At least that was what she had learned when she’d been preparing for her marriage to Frederick.
“As did I.” Frederick replied. “But it seems there was some obscure clause in an agreement that the Emperor’s grandfathers had made that allowed the Netherlands to be split off from the Empire, or at least not be directly in contravention of the Bull that made Bohemia the only Kingdom other than the Imperial Throne.”
“I see.” Elizabeth said. There clearly was no end to the Habsburg desire to gain as many thrones as possible.
“It’s all fairly irregular, and I intend to bring it up at Frankfurt.” Frederick said.
“You do?” Elizabeth replied. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” She didn’t want her husband getting threatened for something, especially with memories of the Dutch war so fresh in everyone’s mind.
Frederick sighed. “It’s nothing to do with whether it’s a good idea. It is the right thing to do.”
Her husband got that stubborn set to his jaw that she had noticed their children also got when they were determined to do something and damn the consequences. “Why?” She asked, just as she would ask them.
“Because the Emperor and his family need to remember that the Empire is not a hereditary monarchy and it is not their plaything. There are laws and traditions that need to be respected.” Frederick said.
“And if they decide to punish you for questioning them?” Elizabeth asked.
“Then the other Electors will see what we have and act.” Frederick said.
Elizabeth nodded but she wasn’t convinced. She knew people tended to look out for themselves when their backs were against the wall.
Frederick took her hand then. “Don’t worry, everything will be sorted. I’m not going in blind.”
Elizabeth nodded, but she still wasn’t that convinced.
However, she didn’t get the chance to voice her concern for Frederick changed the topic once more. “I received word from my uncle, the Prince of Orange today.”
“And what did he have to say?” Elizabeth asked. She didn’t view the Prince of Orange as highly as her husband did. She thought him a man who had gotten lost in the transition of time.
“It seems that the Crown Prince of Sweden has begun courting his daughter.” Frederick said.
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. “Truly?” She was aware that the Oranges and some of their court had moved to Sweden from London, but really, this just seemed improper.
“Indeed, and it seems my uncle is not against it.” Frederick said.
Elizabeth snorted. “Of course not.” Not if it meant getting his family into senior positions in a new place.