Richmond Palace, Kingdom of England, November 1511
The air was thick with the smell of incense, and the chapel was warm. Giovanna did not know how to feel as she gazed upon the sight before her. The Archbishop of Canterbury brought the infant forward, washing him over with the holy water. Naturally, the babe cried a little at this yet quieted himself soon enough. The chamberlain called, his voice booming,”This newborn is the natural son of good King Henry, eighth of his name to rule England. As such, his most august majesty grants him the name; John Fitzroy and creates him Duke of Richmond.”
She smiled slightly at this, while she did not exactly approve of her stepson siring an illegitimate child with Jane Popincourt, she did feel touched that he would name his eldest son after her dead boy, even if little Lord Fitzroy was a bastard. What warmed her heart, even more, was when the baby was passed to his aunt, and godmother, Catherine. The girl of nine steadily held her nephew, and Giovanna beamed with pride as she looked on. The ceremony continued with the usual formalities, yet, like most good things in life, did not seem to last very long.
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Later that night, as Giovanna was relaxing in her chambers; cup of wine in one hand and a piece of torrone in the other, her stepson, the King entered the room. Setting her drink down, she bowed her head respectfully,”Your majesty.”
Henry smiled in response,”Madam… I have news from Mary in Denmark.”
Giovanna grinned, and chattered out some questions,”Really? What is it? Does she fare well?”
The young man chuckled softly,”Of course she does, apparently she managed to convince King Christian to set aside his mistress. She writes that she is already pregnant and that her husband dotes on her.”
The Dowager Queen nodded,”That is well, I hope that she continues to thrive in Denmark.”
“I am sure she will… The Archduchess Eleanor will arrive in November of the coming year, I was wondering if you would help her adjust when she takes her place as Queen?”
“Of course, I can… I was wondering, has any Prince asked for Joanna’s hand?”
Henry shook his head,”No one that is suitable. The Holy Roman Emperor Maximillian sent envoys to ask if perhaps she could be his fourth wife. I politely turned down his offer; we already have an alliance with him, and he is far too old to be her husband.”
Giovanna was grateful that her stepson turned down the Emperor’s offer,”Thank you for sparing her from that fate Henry, many other kings would trade their sister’s happiness to double down on an alliance.”
“But of course, I care, too much for your happiness, as well as Joanna’s, to marry her off to some old lecher.”