The Arranged Marriage (The Tudor's Series)

Chapter Thirty-One

"For treatments?"

"No, she's with a child as well. A son, we hope."

"I never caught your name?" I said, grabbing her arm gently.

"Gabriella, Your Grace." She bowed.

"You are offly young to be a lady-"

"And to be married to a man as old of Lord Cameros," Charlotte added, nonchalantly.

"He's a good man, and he takes care of my family."

Turning the corner, everyone halted in front of a large white door at the end of a wide hallway.

"This will be your room, Your Grace. Someone has already settled your belongings that arrived in the first carriage, everything has already been picked out for you." The Duchess said, excusing herself and the rest of the ladies.

"Picked? What does that mean?"

Nervously, we both opened the double doors to find ourselves standing the middle of a room double the size of the hallway we had just wandered in.

"The Spanish were always known for the luxuries," Charlotte whispered.

Stepping further in the room, I ran my fingers between the purple silk that covered all four corners of the bed.

"Does this seem newly decorated to you?" I asked Charlotte, who lost herself as she stared out the window.

"Char?"

Waving her hand over to me, I stood beside her before she pointed down at the garden.

"Is that him..." She whispered.

Peering over the window, I looked down at a man from above. With a nervous feeling trailing its way down my fingers and my legs, I could feel my fear grow from inside me. Watching him as he spoke to the people around him, laughing and enjoying himself when a servant comes up behind him, whispering something in his ear.

"We should wash up before meeting him," Charlotte suggested, walking away from the window.

Looking over my shoulder, I took another glance at the room and the bed, when I noticed something hiding underneath one of the pillows.

Quietly, I sneaked past the open door Charlotte had walked through, reaching over the bed, pulling out a small yellow velvet pouch, tied with a single string as I felt something heavy pulling down one corner.

"What dress would you like to wear?" Charlotte asked, looking through the closet in the other side of the room.

"...red." I sighed, untying the pouch carefully.

Peeking inside, I tossed whatever was inside onto my palm that's when the air in my lungs left me. A pair of beautiful emerald earrings laid in my hand, held down by a gold crowning.

"Alright, so I've managed to choose between these two...what do you think?"

Shocked, I stared down at my hand without a word as Charlotte slowly walked over.

"What are you-...where did you find those?" She gasped, grabbing my hand to take a look.

"They were hidden under my pillow."

"You don't think..."

"...I don't-"

"Your Majesty, The King." One of our Englishmen said, interrupting.

Quickly, I grabbed the velvet pouch and slipped the earrings inside before hiding it between my breast as Henry waltzed inside.

"Sweetheart, how are you liking it so far?" He asked.