Alcázar of Seville, Kingdom of Castile, February 1514
The Regent of Castile sat on the daybed, fidgeting her intertwined fingers. It was nerves, not something she did very often, but this was over something important. The Sforza couple, or more specifically, Bona was in the midst of bringing their first child into the world. It had been an hour now and it seemed like there was some difficulty with the birth so far, and if Bona died, it would be a rather tragic complication. If such a happening occurred, Catalina would need to find a new wife for the young man, preferably one that could solidify his allegiance to her family. Her half-sister Blanca was an immediate thought, but Catalina’s father had indicated that he’d hoped to betroth her to the Prince of Viana, so she was out as an option. Catalina had felt some disgust in the pit of her stomach at thinking of this, imagining the death of another woman and what she could do to ensure that it would be her family that would benefit, yet she knew she had to take all possibilities into account. This meant either she, or Juana would have to marry Sforza, and though they were a good deal older than him, she had little doubt that he would accept if pressed to do so. Still, she did not want to have to marry again, at least not right now, there was too much work to be done in her late mother’s kingdom. This was in God’s hands, not hers, so all Catalina could do was pray that Bona would not be called from this world, and herself from her seat of power.
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As it turns out Duchess Bona brought forth two babes, and in what could only be called a miracle, the mother and her twins were both alive and well. They were a daughter and a son: Isabella and Massimiliano. Bona was sleeping, exhausted by her efforts, while the twins, raven-haired Isabella and fair Massimiliano were carried away to the nursery where they now slept soundly. Catalina for her part was elsewhere, in her antechamber, discussing certain matters with the Duke of Milan, for even if he only held the title in name only, he was a useful ally to cultivate. She filled a glass goblet,”Wine, milord?”
Francesco nodded, and Catalina smiled as she handed it over to him, beauty was just one of one many weapons in her arsenal and could cut her enemies as deep as any sword. She took a small sip of her own wine before speaking again,”You have my congratulations on your recent good fortune Duke Francesco, clearly you, and the House of Sforza have the lord’s favor.”
He looked to her and smirked, clearly think of things that had nothing to with God,”We have done well lately, and perhaps it is thanks to our most generous host.”
“Yes, which is why there is something I require of you.” Catalina murmured
Francesco arched a bushy brow, intrigued,”What is it that you need of me?”
She blushed at this or rather gave the impression that she did,”A favor Duke Francesco. The marriage of your son to a daughter of my nephew Charles, once one is born of course.”
“What of my autonomy once I rule Milan properly? How do I know that your family won’t use mine for your own gain?”
Catalina laughed, lying more than a little in her explanation,”Because I have no desire to do so. If I wanted to use you and your family for my gain, I would send you to the French in exchange for them conceding Navarre, but I did not. No, I have your best interests in mind you see, and you would do well to accept, an Archduchess for a daughter-in-law is nothing to sniff at.”
The Duke of Milan chuckled,”It would seem that you have convinced me Infanta.” He paused, his eyes meeting hers,”Is there anything else that you wish me to do for you?”
She shook her head and stood up gesturing to the door,”Sadly there is not, the night is late and to talk until the wee hours would be improper, your wife no doubt will be expecting you. Your company has been a
pleasure and I am happy to see that we are in agreeance regarding your son’s marriage.”
Francesco then bowed a little, giving his goodbyes and perhaps not leaving quite as satisfied as he had hoped, yet Catalina was very happy with the results of their little meeting, having gotten what she truly wanted.