Hertford Castle, Kingdom of England, March 1517
Giovanna of Naples had deliberately stepped back into her rooms, quiet so as not to wake anybody. She thought she heard a voice, and nearly jumped to her feet as she looked around the dim space. Grasping a nearby candleholder, she looked around and asked,”Who is here?”
Padding towards her from a corner of the room was her son, little Charles who lowered his face,”Just me mama.”
Just shy of his eighth year, the Duke of Somerset was growing fast, and like his late father was rather thin, and while not quite as olive-skinned as his mother, was far from pale. He looked up to her and met her eyes,”Where did you go?”
“To pray at your grandmother’s tomb.”
Charles looked to the side, almost as if he was ashamed to ask,”Oh.”
Her mother had shortly after the coming of the New Year, it seemed that she was correct in her prediction that her Cancer would kill her within the next year. Joanna of Naples had been in so much pain in the month beforehand, and while the opium that the doctors had given her helped some, Giovanna knew that only death had given the old woman relief, and it was perhaps the only solace that she could take from it.
“Do you miss Grandmama?” He asked
The Dowager Queen sighed,”All the time Charlie. Until I married your father, she was the only family I could trust. Naples was a pit of vipers, and my uncle wanted to marry me off for his own gain. She was so happy when you were born, and I know that she’s very proud of you…”
This was cut off when she started to sob, and her son hugged her tight,”It’s alright mother, I miss her too, we all do.”