Marguerite d’Angoulême, now Duchess of Bourbon, knew who she had been lucky to find quickly some common ground with her new husband, as Charles of Bourbon also had lost a wife for which he had deeply cared and had been truly sorry for the fate of Alençon (less for that of King François but Marguerite could understood that as her brother and mother had not been correct toward him). Still the first private conversation with her husband-to-be, shortly after the Duke’s arrival in Paris as securing a private chat with her had been among her fiancé’s priorities, had given a lot of relief to Marguerite as Charles of Bourbon had been quite blunt in saying who they both were victims of her mother and her intrigues, and who their love for France and their duties to the young King were the only reasons for which they had accepted that wedding. Louise would be regent, but Marguerite had the job and duty to prevent who her nephew would become a puppet of anyone: luckily the Portuguese princess to which little Francis was engaged was some years younger than him, only four years old, and hopefully would take both appearance and character from her mother as Eleanor of Austria, now engaged to the Duke of Milan, was beautiful, kind and pious. Maybe that had been only her imagination but Marguerite had understood who Bourbon had also believed his former betrothed to be boring (or maybe far too meek and dutiful? She had heard rumors about the Dowager Queen of Portugal being extremely unwilling to remarry to Bourbon, but she had accepted her brother’s will). Still Marguerite was glad to know who her new husband had no regret about the loss of the match with the sister of the Emperor and had few doubts about the fact who Charles, now who had back his lands and was the First Prince of Blood, was fully loyal to her young nephew and so was able to ignore her mother‘s constant requests of keeping her husband under control for securing his loyalty. Marguerite had been irritated at the beginning but her husband, who respected Louise‘s role as regent but continued to dislike her, had guessed what she wanted and laugh over it, making clear who he would not blame Marguerite for her mother’s intrigues…