Palace of Collyweston, Kingdom of England, October 1530
The birthing chamber was dimly lit, which reflected that day rather appropriately, as wails filled the space. This was no crying infant, for how could there be… No, the wails were those of a grief-stricken mother, whose lifeless child had just been carried out by the midwife. All Giovanna could do was hold the woman’s hand and do her best to try and soothe her. This wasn’t at all what the Dowager Queen had expected when the Duchess of Richmond had invited her to witness the birth of her child. The other woman was still alive, but she was hardly in a pleasant state, losing a child is the kind of pain that is worse than death itself, and this was the second stillbirth that the Duchess suffered in five years of marriage. The nursery of the castle had been empty this whole time, and Giovanna could tell it troubled her former lady greatly.
Margarery laid in bed, after having been dressed in a new shift by one of her maids, and the maiden looked at her mistress with some concern,”Are you sure you’re alright Your Grace?”
The Duchess of Richmond shrugged her shoulders,”I guess I will be fine Lucy, I am just worried.”
“I understand. What worries you, milady?” Lucy asked.
Margarery grimaced as she looked down at her now clean legs,”I am worried that I will never be able to have a living child. I am worried that my position is not secure. I am worried… worried that I shall never be happy.”
Giovanna tried to comfort the woman,“Oh dear, you’ve been through too much already. I know there is no way it can make up for your loss, but you will bear more children, trust me. As for John, well, he still loves you, he wouldn’t ever set you aside for this.”
“How can you be sure?” Margarery asked.
“He didn’t marry you for the children that you may give him. He married you for love. That and…He is a different man than his father. Lady Bryan, Lady Salisbury, and the late William Willoughby raised him well.”
The Duchess of Richmond nodded,”I think you may have a point, but I am still worried. I want to do for John what I couldn’t do for George. I want to give him children…”
“I know you do but you must give yourself time Lady Richmond. You mustn’t try again too soon, or else the next pregnancy could go even worse…”
The sound of the door swinging open on its hinges caused both women to look towards the entrance to the room, and there was John, his face ashen. He turned to the nearest midwife; his eyes wide.
“Is she alright? Is Margarery alright?” He demanded.
The woman grimaced,”Her Grace is fine but your daughter was…”
The Duke shook his head, impatient,”That is not my concern right now. I want to see my wife. Bring me to her.”
“Yes Your Grace.”
As her godson strode over, Giovanna got out of her seat by the Duchess’s side, knowing that he would want to be closer to her.
Margarery buried her face into her palms and cried,”Oh John, I failed you again… I’m so sorry”
John had outgrown the lankiness of his youth, and was now a stocky, perhaps shorter-than-average man. Nonetheless, he was able to wrap his slightly taller wife up into a loving embrace,”Shhh. Do not apologize. You did not fail me, these things happen.”
“Are…are you sure?” The woman asked.
John gently straightened the woman by her shoulders and looked into her eyes,”Yes, I am absolutely sure. You will always be my Duchess.”
Margarery’s voice cracked,”Thank you.”
It made the Dowager Queen happy to see that John had grown into such a fine young man. He may have been illegitimate, but he was a credit to the family.
The man briefly glanced at Giovanna,“Thank you for coming, I appreciate it. I apologize for being uncouth and not greeting you. I hope you can understand.”
“Of course. It doesn’t bother me at all, I didn’t need your attention, John, your wife did. There is nothing wrong with a husband being concerned for his wife above all else. If you will pardon me, I shall take my leave for now. This is a moment for the two of you to get through this, and I shan’t intrude.”
With that, Giovanna left the birthing chamber, hoping that John and Margarery would never have to bury another child.
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Author's note: It'll be a few chapters before we're back in Iberia according to my outline, just so you all know.