The King was away, she was in a territory where it was historically known as enemy of her own. She was a Queen, though. Catherine opened her eyes and the sunlight was burning her chambers.
“Whoever opened the windows so early?!” she complained to herself in french.She left the bed and noticed her ladies were working already. Most of them were so dutiful that made her smile.
That day was another lonely one. Her son, Henry, was kept away from her not because Catherine was a bad mother, but because it was necessary that the Prince of Wales learned to know the art of rulling. The thought of her child being a King soon made her sigh. She turned at the mirror: Catherine was a still beauty with her long golden hair and pale skin, her hazel eyes and her lips being her charm.
“Milady” said one of her ladies, curtsying and then rising. Catherine smiled and nodded. Nothing different would happen that day. Except one thing: she would see Owen Tudor again and such idea was the reason she suddenly shuddered.
Owen Tudor was once again pissed. He was a welsh nobleman, whose lineage came from great kings of Wales and even the legendary King Arthur of England too. Yet, the rivalry between English people and the Wales were a little bit too in evidence at the moment, specially after rebels in Wales being crushed long time ago. Even with the present peace, Owen was still target of humiliations and the fact of being a servant to Their Majesties only annoyed him.
However, he knew how to be kind and good, and Owen was not a stupid man nor was too naive about how things work at King Henry V’s court. Owen was very clever. He did won the Queen’s favour and, in particular, he found himself attached to her. Enough to protect and do enough to her safety.Few were the ones who suspected Owen was in love with the French Queen and thought they were lovers. Such story was always a rumour, as one who involved a silly story invovling a poor man named Edmund.
That day, however, would change their lives and even History for ever. Owen left early to work and Catherine was ready to act as Queen when it was not even midday and the news of the death of King Henry V had arrived at the court.
Queen Catherine was surprised: who was not? The heroic, brave and one of the most popular english King’s was now dead. Which means that now, the poor child Prince of Wales Henry Plantagenet was now King Henry VI.
“Mon Dieu"exclaimed Catherine. "What…? My poor baby, king so young!”
The council started to work and Catherine found herself in a strange position: not only now she was the Dowager Queen, but she wouldn’t play part in her son’s regency. It was also said that she couldn’t get married so soon, which meant that whichever plans that either she or Owen had… Well, they knew that waiting was necessary.
“But you are free to be mine, now."said Owen, when they met by the dawn, when everyone was sleeping."We shall marry as soon as possible and we will leave in the countryside"He promised as he took her hands.
Catherine couldn’t glow any brighter of happiness. "Mon amour, mon age, I cannot imagine myself living without you. I’m sure we will give a way, that everything will work out”.
“Everyone is sleeping by now, which means I’m allowed to take you in my arms"He whispered in his soft voice, knowing exacly which spot weak Catherine had.
And it worked out. She was in his bed, kissing his lips, touching his arms, playing with his hair with no clothes. She wanted him, she desired him. And he felt the same. He had under his body, uniting herself to him, his lips brushing her skin,his love expressing in every move they made. Until the sun rises, they are one. And so would remain.
The days passed slowly until Catherine was granted her own court. There she decided to marry Owen Tudor in secret. It was a beautiful ceremony with few witnesses.
"I cannot believe it I’m Catherine Tudor now” she beamed, as she twirled around him.
“And I cannot believe I have such a beauty Queen next to me” he laughed, holding her close to him. “I swear you will be the happiest and most loved Queen next to me. If only I could take my lands back…”
She put a finger in his lips and smiled. “Shush you. We are reunited, that’s what matters” and she placed a kiss in his cheek.
“Well, let me enjoy my wife properly” he whispered and kissed her lips, wrapping his arms around her waist.
She didn’t answer as she kissed him, enjoying him the way her dreams wanted to. Finally she was free of that world she had the obligation to belong since she was born. It was not a matter of royalty, but a matter of happiness. She could easily throw her titles away to stay next to her beloved. Catherine was well aware things were hard.
And she was right. The prosecution to Owen Tudor started as soon as they found out he married the Queen Dowager without requesting permission of the king. It was a mess: he had to run away and she returned at the King’s court to stay under “observations”.
It was, however, resolved when Owen was captured and he swore to King Henry VI his fidelity and Queen Catherine payed what she had to. Then, the new king gave his bless and approved the relationship, to much of the dislike of his uncle.
Catherine de Valois and Owen Tudor lived happily in the countryside until her death. They had four children, two of whom survived the infancy: Edmund Tudor, father to the future king Henry VII, and Jasper Tudor. Owen died right after the War of the Roses exploded, and it is said he was buried next to the Queen.