St Paul’s Cathedral, September 1505
Many people were gathered in the Abbey, and even as rain pelted the roof of the building they seemed to be in good spirits, for it was not everyday that a new woman arrives to become Queen of England. That woman was Giovanna of Naples, niece of King Ferdinand II of Aragon, and she herself was inordinately pleased with the situation, for it was the grandest thing she had ever seen in her life. As her chief Spanish maid of honor, Antonia de Cardona(1) carried the train of her sumptuous white satin wedding dress she thought to herself
,”The only reason why I am here is death. That of the previous Queen and my cousin’s husband, the Prince of Wales. I know this marriage is a matter of politics, it allows my Uncle to renew his alliance with England, but despite this, I vow I will do all I can to make King Henry happy.”
Among those in attendance, was her mother, Juana of Aragon, who shared the title of Dowager Queen of Naples with her daughter, and played a role in arranging the marriage, by mediating the bickering over her daughter’s dowry, for which she was rewarded with the position of resident ambassador to England. She smiled warmly as her new stepson, Henry, Prince of Wales dutifully took her hand, and the two walked in synch as he escorted her to the alter. Before they could reach her husband, Giovanna gave her stepson a sympathetic look,”I am sorry for your loss Prince Henry, my father died when I was young, so I know how devastating the loss of a parent can be.”
The Prince of Wales looked down to Giovanna, for though he was only fourteen he was a great deal taller than his stepmother, and though he tried to conceal it, he looked touched,”Thank you Lady Stepmother, you are most kind, now we mustn’t delay, my father won’t like to be kept waiting much longer.”
Giovanna gave a simply reply,”Of course.”
Soon enough they reached the reached the dais, where some attendants and several bishops stood, and it was here that Giovanna laid eyes upon her husband for the first time.
“The portrait my uncle showed me was not at all accurate.”
It was true, the man who stood before her looked less healthy than he did in the portrait, King Henry’s dark hair was now streaked with grey, and his face was marred from lines caused by a stressful life. As for his body, he was very slim, and likely weighed less than his would-be wife. Giovanna however refused to think ill of the man,”I am far from perfect myself, perhaps I can nurse him back to health.”
She beamed at the King and curtseyed,”It is a pleasure to meet you King Henry.”
King Henry gave her the slightest smile,”The pleasure is mine Queen Giovanna, you are very pretty.”
Giovanna blushed at this, for she did not think she fit into the English view of beauty, her hair was black, like her maternal uncle's, while her skin, though far from dark was certainly not pale, and in spite of never having children she was also fairly plump. Still, knowing it would rude not to respond in kind Giovanna gave Henry a winning smile,”Thank you, your majesty, you are most charming.”
She could tell that the King was resisting the urge to laugh at the compliment, instead he looked to the Archbishop of Canterbury, distinguished from the other priests through the sumptuous white-gold habit that he wore and the king gave a curt order,”Proceed with the vows Warham.”
The Archbishop nodded, and turned to Giovanna,”Do you, Giovanna of Naples agree to wed this man, his most august majesty, Henry Tudor, Seventh of his name to rule England?”
Giovanna nodded with solemnity,”I will take thee to wed.”
Archbishop Warham then turned to his right, towards the King,”Do you, Henry the Seventh of England agree to wed this woman, Giovanna, Dowager Queen of Naples?”
The King nodded, showing no emotion,”I will take thee to wed.”
“By the power invested in me by God and his Holiness, Pope Julius the Second, I pronounce you husband and wife.”
Shortly after this announcement, Giovanna was surprised by a quick kiss on the lips, it seemed that her husband truly thought she was beautiful, and she wistfully thought,
”The King is more enthused then I would have expected, perhaps we will soon be blessed with a Duke of Somerset...”
(1) ATL cousin of Fernando Ramon Folch, 2nd Duke of Cardona as Maria de Salinas is still serving Catalina