Ribeira Palace, Kingdom of Portugal, June 1518
The carriage, despite all the comforts that were available, was stuffy and hot. Catalina sighed internally and fanned herself.
Maria de Salinas eyed her friend with great concern,”Is it too hot for you Catalina?”
Catalina’s response was simple,“No it is fine.”
Maria shook her head, swung the door open, and called out,”Stop the carriage, the Infanta needs rest.”
The woman herself chuckled to herself before motioning for Maria to sit down. As the carriage began to come to a stop, she said,”I am quite alright, keep going.”
Maria rolled her eyes when Catalina sat back down,”Must you be so stubborn?”
“Since when have you known me to be anything else, my friend? Besides, if your children are alright in their father’s carriage then I needn’t stop.”
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Eventually, after what felt like hours, they approached the Ribeira Palace, where the Portuguese King and his family resided, a family which Catalina herself would soon become a part of. The two were jostled as the carriage swung onto the cobblestone. With the vehicle coming to a stop, Maria de Salinas opened the door, and Catalina crossed herself, nervous for the first time in years. She slowly set her foot out, stepping outside into the open, the stomps and snorts of the horses filling her ears. To her surprise, she saw that the Portuguese royal family was already there to greet her. Manuel and his many children stood outside of the entrance to the palace. The woman that would be their Queen curtseyed before them, lowering her eyes,”Your majesty, I come from España to serve you in whatever way you see fit.”
Her would-be husband cast his hawk-like gaze on her, and, to her relief, seemed to approve, replying with a simple nod, and motioned for her to rise,”I see that your Kingdom has given me three fine women to be my Queen… I only hope that God does not take you away from me as he did your sisters.”
Catalina was practically speechless, he had just all but said that he loved her, and hoped that they would be married for years, and her heart fluttered as she had never expected it to.
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The Queen of Portugal was in her private apartments, her attendants were gone yet she was not alone. Dressed in only her nightclothes, she slowly stepped forward and their lips met in a deep kiss. Catalina wrapped her arms across Manuel’s back as they kissed again and she gasped,”Oh Manuel my love, I will be yours until my last breath.”
He stroked her fiery locks and replied with equal passion,“And I belong to you, and only you Catalina. I may be King, but you rule my very heart.”