Chapter One
19 August 1515
Francis I of France waited expectantly for his wife and queen, Claude, to give birth.
Truthfully she was a bit young to go through childbirth but both were in desperate need of heirs to secure the successions of France and Brittany, although he did wish that she allowed Brittany to be incorporated into France and that she was just a little prettier - to put it nicely she was short and had a curved back with misaligned eyes. Not at all his preference. But his duty was his duty, and as king he could take as many beautiful lovers as he wanted.
Was this the instinctual fear of the father, then, to anxiously stand and listen to the mother of his child shriek and sob while in the throes of the pains of labor? He prayed for the survival of both Claude and their baby, for the health of both, for the safe delivery of the child.
His mother, Louise of Savoy arrived at long last and stood besides him as they waited for that door that separated the king and queen to open. Though Louise had no fondness for her daughter-in-law, she knew that her son would have wanted her there to witness the moment when she became a grandmother.
The door swung open and Francis rushed inside, followed by Louise. There on the bed lay Claude, her hair sticking to her sweaty cheeks and lips, her skin flushed and her breaths quick and short. Louise glanced away from Claude's face and her gaze fell upon the swaddled baby girl wailing loudly in her daughter-in-law's arms.
"I am sorry for not giving you a son, Francis," Claude murmured.
Francis snorted. He leaned in, kissed Claude's forehead and brushed her hair out of her eyes. He was beaming and his smile could have lit up the entirety of France. "We are young, sons will follow soon after, don't worry about that. She's a beautiful girl, Claude. Our little princess." He gently pressed a kiss to her lips and Claude smiled, her eyes fluttering shut. The servants and midwives fretted over their young queen as Louise cleared her throat loudly.
"What name should she have?" Louise asked, breaking the king and queen from their stupor. She didn't want to be here to witness their affection, she was here for the baby girl, who, admittedly looked quite a lot like herself as a girl.
Francis looked first at his mother, then his daughter. "She will be christened Louise, of course, after her venerable grandmother." He said it as though no thinking was required of that answer. Claude, who was now asleep, did not object to her husband.
Louise smiled. Truly, her son was a great king. She kissed his cheeks and pulled him into a hug, and then looked at her new granddaughter. "Well, she does look a lot like I used to."
Francis I of France waited expectantly for his wife and queen, Claude, to give birth.
Truthfully she was a bit young to go through childbirth but both were in desperate need of heirs to secure the successions of France and Brittany, although he did wish that she allowed Brittany to be incorporated into France and that she was just a little prettier - to put it nicely she was short and had a curved back with misaligned eyes. Not at all his preference. But his duty was his duty, and as king he could take as many beautiful lovers as he wanted.
Was this the instinctual fear of the father, then, to anxiously stand and listen to the mother of his child shriek and sob while in the throes of the pains of labor? He prayed for the survival of both Claude and their baby, for the health of both, for the safe delivery of the child.
His mother, Louise of Savoy arrived at long last and stood besides him as they waited for that door that separated the king and queen to open. Though Louise had no fondness for her daughter-in-law, she knew that her son would have wanted her there to witness the moment when she became a grandmother.
The door swung open and Francis rushed inside, followed by Louise. There on the bed lay Claude, her hair sticking to her sweaty cheeks and lips, her skin flushed and her breaths quick and short. Louise glanced away from Claude's face and her gaze fell upon the swaddled baby girl wailing loudly in her daughter-in-law's arms.
"I am sorry for not giving you a son, Francis," Claude murmured.
Francis snorted. He leaned in, kissed Claude's forehead and brushed her hair out of her eyes. He was beaming and his smile could have lit up the entirety of France. "We are young, sons will follow soon after, don't worry about that. She's a beautiful girl, Claude. Our little princess." He gently pressed a kiss to her lips and Claude smiled, her eyes fluttering shut. The servants and midwives fretted over their young queen as Louise cleared her throat loudly.
"What name should she have?" Louise asked, breaking the king and queen from their stupor. She didn't want to be here to witness their affection, she was here for the baby girl, who, admittedly looked quite a lot like herself as a girl.
Francis looked first at his mother, then his daughter. "She will be christened Louise, of course, after her venerable grandmother." He said it as though no thinking was required of that answer. Claude, who was now asleep, did not object to her husband.
Louise smiled. Truly, her son was a great king. She kissed his cheeks and pulled him into a hug, and then looked at her new granddaughter. "Well, she does look a lot like I used to."