Chapter 7: Maria
April, 1542
Mary sighed. She had returned from court and now all she felt was the sin of jealousy. She did not remember her father ever being so kind and generous to her as he was to her sister Eleanor. He seemed to have become ever more the doting father in his old age. Mary felt jealous, and she felt aggrieved. Seeing her new step mother with her daughter made Mary pine after her own family, something her father steadfastly refused to give her.
She pushed the thought aside and looked at her mother’s former friend, who Father had thankfully allowed her to retain. “Lady Maria, tell me something, is it normal for someone to feel loss for something they never had?”
“Madam?” Lady Maria replied sounding uncertain. They spoke in Spanish, a language Mary had been taught as a little girl by her mother.
“Is it normal for someone such as myself to feel jealous over something she has never known? Meaning, a family.” Mary said.
“Oh Madam, it is normal as anything. Especially when one is cruelly denied it as you have been.” Maria said.
Mary sighed. “I do not know what to feel. I feel jealousy is unbecoming of a Princess, and yet it strikes me whenever I see my father, the King with his daughter Eleanor. I do not know my brother or my other sister. But I know that the King’s new wife is content to show the world how much the King dotes on her daughter.” She did not like Catherine Howard and found her to be overbearing and with ideas above her station.
Catherine, Maria’s daughter, who supported the reformation, but was also fiercely loyal to her, said. “Madam, there is no question that Lady Howard is nothing more than an upstart, but that does not mean you need feel jealousy. I am sure the King’s heart will soften with time.”
Mary laughed. “It has been years since, my Mother the Queen died, and yet he remains against my marriage. I do not know what to do.” Truth was, she had almost given up hope.
“Then perhaps there is another option open to you, Madam.” Catherine said.
“What do you mean?” Mary demanded.
Dorothy Stafford, another lady in waiting and long time friend spoke. “My lady, there is the option of finding help in the personage of the imperial ambassador.” A pause then. “You know he is a great friend to you, and has always been friendly toward you.”
“And how would he help me? He cannot help me escape from this fate, nor can he help me convince the King to let me wed.” Mary said sadly.
Maria spoke. “He has the option of taking you for a visit to see your cousin, the Emperor. The King cannot deny you that, especially if the Emperor issues you a formal invitation, madam.”
“And what could convince the Emperor to do that now, when he has not done it before?” Mary asked.
“The prospect of gaining your hand away from anyone else. The fact that the King is looking to renew his wars with France, and all sorts of other things.” Maria supplied.
“You mean his war with Spain, if there was a war with France, I would be stuck here.” Mary said.
Catherine spoke then. “Madam, I am going to court by month’s end. Let me see if I can meet with the ambassador and see what he says. You never know how God might favour you.”
Mary thought about this for a long moment and then said. “Very well, try it, but no word to anyone.”