Coimbra, Kingdom of Portugal, October 1524
Kneeling on the floor, Catalina prayed, her rosary clutched between her fingers. To a casual observer, it may have seemed to be an ordinary day. Yet it was no ordinary day. As she whispered her voice was filled with desperation, for she prayed for the life of her niece and her unborn child.
Lord please, you have willed to take Joao and Catarina’s first child from them, do not take this one from them too. As for La Reina, spare her too, she is a good, Christian woman, ever humble and obedient to her husband and to you. My sister has suffered enough in her life, please do not make her bury her youngest girl. Most of all I ask you to spare them for Portugal, this land needs an heir, and a happy King, not a heartbroken widower.
The door to Catalina’s prayer closet swung open, it was Elvira de Mendoza, with an eager smile on her face,”Your Majesty, I have news of Her Majesty and her child.”
Lifting her black skirts the Dowager rose to her feet and asked,”What is it Elvira, are they alright?”
The other woman curtseyed before her,”Indeed they are, Her Majesty has given birth to a healthy daughter.”
“Then God has answered my prayers, I must come and see them.”
Making to leave the room, Elvira stopped her with a quick question,”Shall I awaken the Infanta Maria from her nap?”
Catalina of Aragon shook her head,”No, she needs her rest after her English lessons, she can meet her niece once they are both awake.”
Elvira curtseyed once more as Catalina walked out,”
Si Majestad.”
The Dowager Queen of Portugal strode through the halls of the palace, her steps elegant against the stone floor, and she saw the courtiers within whisper among themselves, perhaps they had not been informed yet. She was tempted to do so but opted not to, it was not her prerogative to say anything that Joao hadn’t yet, for all she knew Catarina could be bleeding to death on her bed. The thought of that made her quicken her pace, and she soon found herself in the rooms assigned for the Queen’s confinement. They were not quite as palatial as those in Ribeira but they were grand nonetheless, and it would not do to have Catarina travel much before she birthed her child. Looking around, Catalina breathed a sigh of relief as she saw her niece happily gaze at the swaddled infant in her arms.
Turning towards her aunt, Catarina said,”I see you’ve come to meet the Princess of Portugal. She’ll be a Queen someday, whether of Portugal or some other land I am not yet sure…”
Looking down at the little pink-faced child, Catalina asked,”Has Joao met her yet?”
The Queen of Portugal nodded,”Yes he has. He said that she will be brought up as well educated as any boy, Beatriz will be ready for whatever life she leads.”
“That’s good, very good. I am glad to see that you’ve shown him that a woman can rule just as well as a man if she is properly prepared.”