Bristoline Court

4

In the opulent grand council chamber, the atmosphere crackled with anticipation as courtiers and nobles assembled for the pivotal discussion on the king's marriage prospects. The Grand Chamber was where the King held informal gatherings and meetings and would take in opinions of others at court rather than just his privy council, which he would have a following meeting with later.

I was accompanying Duke Henry to the gathering. He was supposed to sit closer to the king, but since I couldn't follow, he chose to stay in the back of the hall by me. Beside me was Lady Jane, resplendent in her courtly attire. She was wearing a bright yellow dress with white ruffles in the middle and sides of it, it screamed wealthy commoner and not nobility.

On the throne was the King and standing behind him to the slight right was Lord Atham. The other members of the council were sitting beside the king and my father was on the very end.

"I say we propose a union with the Spanish princess," a member of the council declared, his voice carrying authority and conviction. "It would solidify our ties with Spain and strengthen our position in Europe."

The murmurs of agreement rippled through the chamber, punctuated by nods of approval from the assembled courtiers.

"While a Spanish alliance certainly has its merits, we must also consider the broader geopolitical landscape. Denmark offers its own advantages, particularly in terms of naval power and access to trade routes." Another member said. His words sparked a lively debate among the council members, each arguing passionately for their preferred candidate.

Beside me, Lady Jane observed the proceedings with a thoughtful expression, her eyes flickering with a keen intelligence. Despite her seemingly carefree demeanor, I knew she possessed a shrewd understanding of the dynamics at play.

"Whilst it is true that alliances with these nations may seem advantageous on the surface, history has shown us the perils of such arrangements," Henry had suddenly stated, his voice carrying the weight of experience. "England has previously entered into alliances with both Spain and Denmark, only to suffer dire consequences for our economy and trade. Should we forget the Trade Route Famine of 1213 or the Widespread Dysentery of 1410?"

A ripple of murmurs spread through the chamber as the courtiers absorbed his words, their gazes shifting to the king for his response.

"It is imperative that we learn from the mistakes of the past and proceed with caution," My father chimed in, his tone earnest. "Before we commit to any alliance, we must thoroughly assess the potential risks and benefits, ensuring that the interests of our kingdom and its people are safeguarded above all else. Why not look towards Scotland for a bride? King James has his youngest daughter Margaret out. This way, our borders can remain strong, and we won't have to worry about attacks coming from the south. We have France still and will in the long run, lets look domestically. Let us strengthen our Catholic power further with the Scotts and plan for a more foreign wife for the prince instead."

Amidst the fervent debate, the king sat upon his throne, his expression inscrutable as he listened intently to the arguments put forth by his advisors. Finally, he raised a hand, signaling for silence.

"I appreciate the thoughtful insights provided by each of you," King Edward began, his voice carrying authority despite its soft timbre. "However, it is imperative that we consider not only the immediate benefits of a potential alliance but also the long-term implications for the realm. "His words commanded the attention of the entire chamber, and a hushed silence fell over the assembled courtiers.

"Indeed, while both Spain and Denmark offer valuable strategic advantages, we must also weigh the cultural and diplomatic ramifications of such unions. I... do agree, with the Earl of Brownsborrow that we should strengthen our ties with the Scotts" the king continued, his gaze sweeping across the room. and taking a glance at my father. My father nodded in appreciation for the acknowledgment. "I will consult further with my advisors before making a final decision. Thank you all for your time." With that, the council meeting drew to a close, leaving the courtiers abuzz with speculation and anticipation. As the members of the council began to disperse, I exchanged a glance with Lady Jane, her eyes betraying a hint of intrigue at the king's words. The council members followed the king to the smaller council chamber to further deliberate. Duke Henry bid us farewell as he had to attend.