Hummm…. Catalina Ambassador to England?
No. It's Her Illustrious Royal Highness, Dona Infanta Catalina, former regent of Castile and Leon, co-regent of Aragon, daughter of The Most Catholic Monarchs, future Queen consort of the Kingdom of Portugal and mother to the future Queen of England and hopefully the future King of Portugal as well.
 
No. It's Her Illustrious Royal Highness, Dona Infanta Catalina, former regent of Castile and Leon, co-regent of Aragon, daughter of The Most Catholic Monarchs, future Queen consort of the Kingdom of Portugal and mother to the future Queen of England and hopefully the future King of Portugal as well.
Maria had like 6 sons
 
No. It's Her Illustrious Royal Highness, Dona Infanta Catalina, former regent of Castile and Leon, co-regent of Aragon, daughter of The Most Catholic Monarchs, future Queen consort of the Kingdom of Portugal and mother to the future Queen of England and hopefully the future King of Portugal as well.
Ooh what an excellent description, though we shall see if all of those end up happening.
 
Windsor Castle, Kingdom of England, February 1513

Husband and wife met in the gardens, lips meeting in a most unchaste kiss. After a short moment, Henry pulled away, cheeks flushed. Eleanor smirked brushing a small needle from the hedge off of her sleeve,”You are most gallant my lord King.”

The Queen of England heard a stifled giggle from where her ladies stood, a fair distance away for privacy, followed by a hiss of chastisement from Johanne, the lady’s mother,”Enough Carolijn!”

Her husband chuckled, embracing her while lovingly running his hands through her brown hair,”Apparently you are not the only one to think so.”

She grinned in turn, caressing her husband’s cheek. As he leaned in for another kiss, Eleanor gasped,”Take me here my love, right now.”

Henry winked, an expression that made Eleanor desire him more than she ever thought possible,”Well I suppose I must if you insist upon it.”

He pulled his shirt off, the red hairs on his body standing up at the chill, and Eleanor kissed him hard on the lips. She then jumped into Henry’s arms, legs wrapped around his hips as the two shared their unrestrained passion in the gardens.


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PS: I hope this didn't seem too smutty, but I wanted to show that Henry and Eleanor are very much in love during the early months of their marriage.
I miss them
 
Chapter 92, December 1517
Richmond Palace, Kingdom of England, December 1517

The palace looked lovely, as was only natural. The fasting season prior to Christmas was over, and so all the court could feel free to be merry. Eleanor’s husband was quite happy, dancing a few rounds with Caroljin before his wife joined him. Even Eleanor herself, often prone to being melancholy, found the atmosphere to be uplifting, liberating even. Twirling in her husband’s arms, she was surprised to find him look at her as he did in the earliest days of their marriage, with a tender love that seemed to forget all others. Spinning around, her hand held within his, the Queen asked,”Are you not displeased with me for giving you another daughter.”
Henry gave her hand a gentle squeeze, shook his head,”No of course not. It had been little less than a year after Mary was born when you quickened again, and Elizabeth is a beautiful little child. I have no doubt that God will bless us with another child, a son, soon enough.”
The Queen felt reassured by this, even if she did not feel that he was being entirely truthful. And so she pouted her lips, twirling a lock of her hair with a finger,”Then come to my chambers tonight my love, so that we can make sure that this happens.”
 
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