Alcázar de los Reyes Cristianos, Kingdom of Castile, July 1534
It had been a fine day, one best spent outside, for the weather was much more mild than usual. The hunt proceeded as planned, and the teenaged Prince of Asturias brought down the boar with his bow, with the killing blow coming from his father, King Ferdinand, as it was dying on the forest floor. Catalina saw it all, having also taken part in the hunt, and managed to kill a partridge with her crossbow. The hunting party only included some of the family; Ferdinand, her nephew’s elder two sons, and herself, in addition to Maria de Salinas’s son, Martin Fernández Manrique, and some members of the nobility. Queen Isabella was not in attendance; she abhorred the violence of hunting. Catalina’s only child was also absent, as Juana had planned a little gathering for the royal women of the court, enjoying chocolate, imported from the conquest of New Spain. Though Catalina too liked the drink, she simply couldn’t pass up an opportunity for a good hunt.
Catalina was helped off her horse by one of the grooms, not that she needed it, but she accepted it nonetheless. Years of activity, hunts such as these, and travel, coupled with the fact that she had been pregnant just three times over eighteen years, meant that she was in fine form. She was stocky, she always had been, but the woman was muscular, rather than fat.
It was then that the King of Spain flicked his head over to her, being at the other end of the courtyard, and beckoned for her to join her.
The Dowager Queen dipped her head and did so, ever the dutiful subject.
They silently strolled to a more private part of the courtyard, where there was just a pair of watchmen to ensure nobody intruded. Catalina was curious, but would not question the man, surely, he had a good reason for this.
The King of Spain adjusted the back part of his mid-length hair, something which he often did when he was stressed,“I do worry about Juanfrewer sometimes. If he will grow to be a wise King, or if he will be reckless. Indulgent even…”
“What do you mean? He performed quite well in the hunt today. He’s not unwilling to fight, if that is what you fear.”
Ferdinand sighed, his shoulders slumped,”My son has a bastard. I fear that he has sinned too much for a boy of fifteen.”
Catalina shook her head,”How unfortunate. By whom?”
“A servant girl a few years older than him. A laundress, I believe.”
“I assume this has been settled honorably?”
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Si, as much as it can be. Senorita Aguilar will be given a suitable husband and a pension, with little Maria acknowledged as the daughter of the Prince. Once she is of age, we will work with her stepfather to find her a grandee to wed.”
Catalina gave her nephew a reassuring smile,”It’s settled then.
Ferdinand had a rather intense look on his face, something between anger and disappointment,”It was still a mistake. The sons of Kings do not sire children outside of marriage, and especially not with servants! Such foolishness must not be repeated!”
“Some men are by nature more vulnerable to temptations of flesh than others. Your grandfather was no exception, yet he was still a great King. This isn’t good of course, but we just need to manage the Prince, if you are too harsh he may double down.”
The King’s was still angry,”I am his father! He is bound to obey me in all things!”
“He just needs time, and other things to do as your heir. It’s different, than when your grandfather and I convinced the Cortes of your succession. The Prince’s fate was always known, yours was not. Have you considered that he may be weary of life at the same castles as the younger ones all the time? Juan is a man grown; you need to recognize that.”
There was a shift in Ferdinand, he did not smile, but his voice lost its edge,“I could have him go on a tour of his own. Something that requires him to exercise authority. I know what I’ll do. He’ll visit the most important cities of Aragon: Barcelona, Zaragoza and Huesca. There Prince Juan will see to administration, inspect the garrison. It will keep him busy. The Duke of Alba will keep an eye on him, keep him away from people of ill repute. Do you believe that would be beneficial?”
“Of course. Your Majesty has never needed such measures, but they will help The Prince. I will pray for him, and your success, Your Majesty…”
The two exchanged a gentle smile, and then parted ways, for their respective business called.
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The chocolate gathering, it would turn out, had stretched into the early evening, and was not due to end until dinner. So, Catalina had been blessed with the opportunity to join at the tail end of the function, though the Queen and the Infanta Catalina had already retired. This left the Queen Mother Juana, the Dowager Queen Germaine (on a visit from Aragon), and the Infanta Maria to partake in the exotic and expensive drink.
They were discussing Maria’s engagement to the Prince of Wales, and the eventual nuptials were to come once young Henry were to occur shortly after he turned fifteen. It would be a lovely spring wedding, and Catalina would be there to help her daughter adjust to her new life.
They all sat at a circular table together, made for such occasions, with Juana grinning at the head of the table,“You’ll have him wrapped around your finger in no time. My grandson’s portrait indicates that he will be handsome, no doubt. Just like his father and grandfather. Just flatter him, and smile, and he’ll be all yours. For most men that’s all it takes. Your mother may pretend otherwise, but they’re simpler than she thinks.”
Maria squirmed while she giggled,“Oh, you’re so funny Auntie Juana!”
It wasn’t flattery, Maria truly thought so, and Catalina had to admit that Juana always provided some diversion, just as good as the playing cards that Catalina was so fond of.
Juana gently wiped her face with a napkin, “I know sweetie, everyone keeps telling me. Anyways, there’s this new dance, the volta. Well, new to England, luckily my daughter has been bringing those people some culture. You and your mother simply must show them how much style we Spaniards have.”
Catalina laughed,”I don’t think I’ll be dancing at the English court. I’m rather old for such things, it would not be proper for a widow…”
Maria’s lips briefly twisted into a pout, and she returned to sipping her chocolate.
The Dowager Queen of Portugal spoke again,”Well maybe I can do a dance or two for you, my dear. The King and Queen of England are both family to me, so it would be appropriate. In fact, why don’t we practice later with Her Majesty, the Dowager Queen Germaine.”
Germaine de Foix nodded her head, she may wear black, but she still enjoyed the pleasures of life,”That would be most pleasing to me.”
And so, the events of the rest of the night were planned. Catalina knew there was no harm in such things, after all, practice would help Maria to be a pleasing partner to the Prince of Wales. As for Catalina herself, well, she endeavored to savor every moment that remained with her Spanish kin, for they had less than two years until she left her home forever.