Eleanor is, what, 14? marriage and parenthood requires a lot more emotional maturity than i think most middle schoolers are capable of...
There and Back Again: The English Journeys of Catherine of Aragon
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I forgot about her age, but honestly Henry's temperament and maturity never really went beyond high-school level if I'm being honest...
You are definitely right, though I think she's about fifteen here, combine that with a less than ideal husband who is sleeping with other women, and well... Things may be stormy...
She's born in Nov 1498 and the year is 1514, so she's fifteen-sixteen around this time.
Well, that certainly doesn't sound very good for both of them...
We forget that a fourteen year old then was much, much more of an adult than they are today... They were treated as such, and most of them seem to have stepped up...
Yeah that's true, but she's still fairly young and is saddled with a husband who betrayed her..
OTL Eleanor was a victim of politics and also of her brother... She most likely lost any kind of illusion and rebel streak well before marrying...
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This is true, and while she may prove to be difficult when she's angry, it may not exactly be in the ways that are expected... Thank you both so much for your insights!
Why does this bring up the mental image of Eleanor putting poison into her cheating hubby's drink? My brain is producing no short number of odd thoughts right now....
Oh you'll just have to see what she does, but odds are that she probably won't kill her husband... 😏Why does this bring up the mental image of Eleanor putting poison into her cheating hubby's drink? My brain is producing no short number of odd thoughts right now....
I do NOT think who Eleanor would EVER be able to doing something like that...Why does this bring up the mental image of Eleanor putting poison into her cheating hubby's drink? My brain is producing no short number of odd thoughts right now....
True, she loves her husband and wouldn't ever kill him, even if at times she gets extremely angry with him.
Chapter 67, March 1514
Hertford Castle, Kingdom of England, March 1514
The man in front of her strode towards the fire at the opposite end of the room, offering his gratitude as he dried his damp clothes,”I am most thankful that you have allowed me and my retinue to shelter here from the storm Queen Giovanna.”
“But of course, it would be inhumane of me to simply let you and your men catch a chill Sir Anthony.”
Anthony Wingfield hanged his wet cloak onto a hook adjacent to the fireplace, revealing the dark blue doublet that covered his taut, muscled, torso. Giovanna eyed the young man over, he was most pleasing to the eye with a sharp gaze accented by blonde hair and cerulean eyes. Giovanna chuckled,”I am glad to be away from court, I visited with the children two weeks ago and we had to leave early because all we could hear is the Queen shouting at the King.”
Sir Anthony’s eyes widened at this,”Then perhaps it would not be wise to head directly to court when there are such tempers about.”
The Dowager Queen smirked,”Perhaps not milord, here at Hertford Castle we enjoy a peace seldom ever felt at court.”
The two continued to talk at length, and Giovanna had to admit that she was rather taken by the dashing young man, and quite enjoyed speaking with him. As such she was disappointed when nearly an hour later Anthony Wingfield moved to put his now mostly dry cloak back on his shoulders,”I shan’t impose a burden upon you Queen Giovanna, now that the storms have stopped it is time for me and my men to ride for Suffolk.”
Giovanna rose to her feet and gestured to the window, as the sun began to dip below the horizon,”Surely you must not, it is nearly dark after all, you could be set upon by thieves or wolves in the night and I could not bear the thought of letting such things happen.”
“Are you sure? I could find an inn to stay at instead…”
The woman shook her head,”No you need not do so, I shall have chambers prepared for you, and your retinue can stay in the servants' quarters.”
Anthony Wingfield smiled warmly,”If you would be so generous then I would not refuse.”
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A day had passed since Sir Anthony stayed the night at chambers set aside for him, and Giovanna had felt it necessary to visit him. Slowly opening the door, she took a deep breath, hoping that he would return her feelings. She found the young man alone, and standing at the opposite end of the room, packing some of his belongings for his intended journey. He turned around, surprise etched on his face as he saw her entry,”Is there something that you need of me milady?”
Giovanna blushed as she padded her way towards him. Their eyes met, and Giovanna took his hands into hers,”I would ask something of you…”
Anthony said nothing but did not shrink away either, and so she continued,”I would ask if you will love me, so that we could be of comfort to each other in this lonely world?”
His lips trembled, and he leaned in to kiss her, whispering,”Yes, I will love you Giovanna, I will love you today and every day after this.”
Giovanna gasped as Anthony caressed her face tenderly, and the two kissed, their lips coming together for what would be the first of many times.
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Giovanna had better be careful indeed, she's his father's widow and he'd no doubt be very angry if he found out (though unlike her dearest stepson Giovanna is at least discreet, and she's been widowed for several years)
She certainly does, and she'll find some with Anthony Wingfield... Thank you so very much!
