Tyrol, 21 January 1484: The betrothal between Emma of Burgundy and Maximilian of Austria is finalised and made official. Now on the cusp of turning twelve years old, the little princess dotes on her niece Eleanor, but her long dream of becoming a great lady has never left her mind. So, for most of the time, she sits by Maximilian’s side as he holds court. His kinsman, Archduke Sigismund, is an ill and old man (even though he’s set to marry the young Katharina of Saxony), so at the behest of Maximilian’s father the Emperor, Maximilian has stepped in as regent of Further Austria (secretly intending to pass the lands down to any further sons he may have with Emma). But Maximilian’s relationship with his young bride becomes slightly fraught when the girl discovers that he has taken mistresses, and becomes afraid of being abandoned for one of them when Maximilian marries her. So, she attempts to avoid him.
“Emma, what’s wrong?” Maximilian asks that night, as he comes to her bedroom to read to her, like he so often has done to her ever since Marie’s death, three years ago. “Emma, look at me, please….” The Archduke presses.
“Why don’t you go read to your women instead?” Emma says bitingly, back turned to him. “You don’t need me anymore. In fact, I’m not sure you even want this marriage. You’re only betrothed to me because my sister asked you to!”
“Emma….” Maximilian sighs. He’d known this would become a problem, but he never expected it to happen so soon. Regardless, he senses the fear behind her words. “What are you afraid of, schatz [darling]?”
“We’ll be married when I’m older, but… I know you’re going to keep those women. And I’m going to Empress in name only.” She begins to sniff, her back turned to him. “You’ll abandon me.”
“That’s not true, Emma. I made a promise to Marie, and I intend to keep it.” Maximilian says, putting a hand on her shoulder. “How about I promise you something, hmm?”
“Oh?” That catches Emma’s attention, and she looks him in the eye.
“I promise that after we’re married, I’ll send those women back. And before you ask, no, they’re not carrying my children.” Maximilian says earnestly. “They’re just reliefs, Emma. But when you’re old enough, and we’ve married before God, you’ll be my one and only. I promise you on my own soul.”
“Then…. Will you read to me?” She asks with a soft smile.
“Of course. I know how much you love Siegfried, so let me read you some of his stories….”
Snuggling against Maximilian, little Emma allows herself to dream of the Germanic dragon slayer, but this time, he looks much more like Maximilian than she’d previously imagined.
Trier, 20 September 1484: Emma of Burgundy’s twelfth birthday is marked by grand celebrations, as well as a joust, during which Maximilian himself – disguised as the noble knight Freydal – proudly wears little Emma’s blue-and-gold favor, and not the favor of any mistress. Afterwards, when he wins the joust, he publicly goes riding with his young wife-to-be, as a show of unity and to honor the promises he made to both Marie and Emma.