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𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀tense conversation with Joanna in front of Harry, Catherine realizes everything her sister said about their mother was true. The truth of the matter was, Isabella of Castile used to beat her daughter for not believing in God. She used to torture a young girl because she was unsure of her faith.
And suddenly, Catherine felt guilty - guilty for slapping her sister for telling the truth and guilty for not believing her, when she should have.
It is later on that Alexandra walks with Joanna. The queen finds what little comfort she has ever felt with the princess. They had been writing to each other for years, growing a friendship and understanding with each other. It was in times like these that the pair needed each other.
Joanna was the one who helped Alexandra when she was grieving her brother and lover's deaths. She was able to help Alexandra snap out of it, even though she wasn't there.
And it was Alexandra who helped Joanna in a way, when she was getting over the emotional trauma of the beatings her mother forced upon her.
The two were thankful for each other and Alexandra helped Joanna when no one else would. That is how you make an ally, being kind and showing compassion.
Not marriages or treaties, it's having each other's backs when it is needed, and that's what the pair did and they would forever have an ally in each other.
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"Not my grandfather, the council, nor my grandmother, I did not budge an inch, Catherine, with any of them," Harry says as he and Catherine take a walk together in the open field they visit often, "I was very clear that I loved you and that-that I've never loved another and I never will. You must believe me. You must believe I love you."
"I do," Catherine replies, taking his hands in hers, "I thought that I had frightened you. My-My sister is unwell, I think."
"Oh, I-I care not one jot for her," Harry replies weirdly.
"But I should not have slapped her," Catherine says, a hint of regret evident in her voice, "It was wrong of me."
"It doesn't matter," Harry assures her once more.
"I was upset - what she said about our mother," Catherine explains more to herself than the man before her.
