10. Epiphany 1534
Francis I, King of France leaned back into his comfortable chair with a satisfied smirk on his lips.
The Trouble in England was developing rather excellent and the involvement of the English King's first wife and the Spanish ambassador in the attack upon the Boleyn family had also made sure that the damn emperor would also be involved now in the English trouble.
For one short moment Francis thought about the really intelligent and quite promising Italian Priest who he had sent to England many months ago and who had sadly fallen to the Tudor's revenge. Oh well, thought the King of France to himself, without this Priest he wouldn't have managed to get Chapuys involved and without Chapuys, Catherine of Aragorn would not have become involved into this quite entertaining pandemonium.
This all was really worth to let die one excellent and promising Italian Priest and his Irish companion under the English torture.
Chapuys was now imprisoned in the Tower, how that must anger the damn arrogant Spaniards.
And the holier-than-thou former Queen was now under arrest and watched by the Duke of Richmond, who had lost his own wife during the attack.
Francis would have loved to see her arrogant face now, being the prisoner of the bastard of her Husband.
She wouldn't be as haughty now, as she once had been at the Field of Gold.
All in all, thought the King of France to himself, it all went better than he had hoped for many months ago, when he had planned this all with his oldest son, as a way to get back at the damn Spaniards for all they had done to him and his sons and also to make the damn English less arrogant.
The Trouble in England was developing rather excellent and the involvement of the English King's first wife and the Spanish ambassador in the attack upon the Boleyn family had also made sure that the damn emperor would also be involved now in the English trouble.
For one short moment Francis thought about the really intelligent and quite promising Italian Priest who he had sent to England many months ago and who had sadly fallen to the Tudor's revenge. Oh well, thought the King of France to himself, without this Priest he wouldn't have managed to get Chapuys involved and without Chapuys, Catherine of Aragorn would not have become involved into this quite entertaining pandemonium.
This all was really worth to let die one excellent and promising Italian Priest and his Irish companion under the English torture.
Chapuys was now imprisoned in the Tower, how that must anger the damn arrogant Spaniards.
And the holier-than-thou former Queen was now under arrest and watched by the Duke of Richmond, who had lost his own wife during the attack.
Francis would have loved to see her arrogant face now, being the prisoner of the bastard of her Husband.
She wouldn't be as haughty now, as she once had been at the Field of Gold.
All in all, thought the King of France to himself, it all went better than he had hoped for many months ago, when he had planned this all with his oldest son, as a way to get back at the damn Spaniards for all they had done to him and his sons and also to make the damn English less arrogant.
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