[Henry VIII] Tudor Crown

Guillaume looked very similar to the Duke of Richmond, but instead of inheriting his father's golden-brown hair, he had slightly darker curly hair, which seemed to glow a deep wine red in the sun.

Although the second son was still three years old, Queen Juana was a very strict mother.

Even if the nanny who took care of Guillaume wanted to pick him up again and again, she would let Guillaume stand unsteadily beside her mother under the warning of Queen Juana's eyes.

William III had no objection to this.

Because he felt that he was not qualified to dictate the way Queen Juana was educated.

In fact, during the few years he was on the expedition, he spent less than three weeks with his second son, so it can't be said that he had a deep affection for Guillaume.

"Father." The Duke of Richmond withdrew his gaze from Guillaume, took off his hat to King William III, and then nodded to Queen Juana: "Your Majesty, you are also welcome to return."

In front of everyone, Queen Juana certainly couldn't be too close to her child, so she just nodded implicitly, and then greeted Mary Stuart: "Your Majesty, I hope that in the days when I'm not here , You have not been neglected by others."

Compared with Anne of Cleves and the Countess of Nottingham, Mary Stuart was more afraid of Queen Juana, so she was restrained a lot for a while, and she didn't even dare to let the restless little eyes look like she did just now. Shaking around.

Sir Cavendish stood behind Anne of Cleves, signaling to the King with his eyes that the feast was ready.

William III, who returned to the Whitehall Palace, finally took a comfortable hot bath, and then changed into the clothes for the dinner.

"Apart from nobles from all over the world, ambassadors from various countries, and business partners, who else will come to the banquet?" William III, with the help of his servants, sorted out the complicated lace of the clothes, and casually asked Cavendish for the guest list.

Sir Cavendish took a cowhide notebook from his private secretary, checked it and replied: "There are two more guests that you must meet, they are the Prince of Transylvania. Emissary Stefan Bathory, and Prince Frederick, eldest son of Christian III."

William III was no stranger to these two names. After all, the former was the first king of the famous Bathory family, while the latter was the prince of Denmark and Norway, and also the Protestant alliance of England in the north.

"You ask Sir Cecil to inquire about the status of the sultan of the Ottoman Empire." William III seemed to realize something, and waved his hand to make the servant retreat: "If it wasn't for Emperor Suleiman's gradual inability to control things, the Prince of Transylvania They will not send envoys."

William III remembered that the Zupoyao family in Hungary died out in this generation, so the Bathory family, who had been his vassals, had the opportunity to obtain the seats of Governor of Transylvania and King of Poland.

"Introduce them to me." William III didn't know why Christian III sent his eldest son here, but this did not prevent him from having a strong interest in the Bathory family.

After all, that was the legendary family that produced the Bloody Countess.

Although William III speculated that this was a slanderous act by the Austrian Habsburg family in order to regain the Hungarian and Polish thrones, the Bathory family did have the same madness and tyranny deeply buried in their genes as the Habsburg family .

…………… I am the dividing line………………

Since William III's triumphant return from France, there have been many faces of foreigners in the Whitehall Palace.They wore clothes that were completely different from those of the English, and some of them smelled of perfume from Persia or France, causing some conservative nobles to complain that the young king had turned the banquet hall of Whitehall Palace into a port full of fish and dragons. , and even deliberately passed by those guests from foreign lands holding their noses, for fear that others would not know how much they hated these people.

"It's really embarrassing." The jeweled Marchioness of Dorset took her three daughters, swaggering through the Whitehall Palace like a hen that has been strutting.

The Marquess of Dorset, who was forced to follow his wife, subconsciously pressed his hat, fearing that others would see his embarrassing appearance of strict control of his wife.

"Frances, I want to communicate with my colleagues." The Marquess of Dorset saw John Dudley surrounded by a group of gentlemen surrounded by stars, so he wanted an excuse to get out of such an embarrassing situation.

Facing her husband's incompetence, the Marchioness of Dorset always had a rather contemptuous attitude.

She thinks that the glory of the whole family has been supported by her until now, so she doesn't care what her husband thinks.

It's just that when she saw John Dudley by the window, the Marquis of Dorset subconsciously shifted her witty mind in a bad direction, and she rarely used a gentle tone to her husband: "Then you have a good time with him." Sir Dudley shared his experience in the political field, don't always be a wooden stake in the Privy Council, I feel ashamed."

The voice of the Marquis of Dorset was not loud, but it made the Marquis of Dorset feel ashamed to be heard by the whole world.

He was just about to turn away dejectedly, but was stopped by the Marchioness of Dorset again.

"I remember Sir Dudley's second son and third son are not engaged yet, you go and inquire about their family's situation." Seeing that the eldest daughter Jane Gray is already 15 years old, and the second daughter Catherine is also 12 years old when they are talking about marriage. At the age of [-], the Marchioness of Dorset had to make early plans for the children's future.

Since neither she nor the Marquess of Dorset had any sons, it was uncertain whether the title passed to the eldest daughter or was usurped by a descendant of the Gray family.

Jane Gray has always shown an indifferent attitude towards her mother's business.

After all, her cousin, the Countess of Nottingham, is still married, so why is she in a hurry?

Besides, Jane Gray didn't like this kind of power-sex trading occasion, and she didn't want to be introduced to noble ladies from family to family by her mother like an item.

Seeing her husband join the crowd flattering John Dudley, the Marchioness of Dorset finally showed a satisfied smile, but when she turned around, she saw her eldest daughter playing with the jewelry on her body boredly, with a look that made her Angry to the point of vomiting blood in a careless state.

"If you put half of the sharp tongue that you use to disobey me on your lifelong affairs, I wouldn't worry about it to this extent." If it weren't for being in public, the Marchioness of Dorset would definitely be ruthless Corporal punishment of his eldest daughter.

Seeing this, Mary Gray on the side quickly pulled down her sister's skirt, signaling her not to provoke her mother.

Jane Gray looked at the Marchioness of Dorset dissatisfied, and finally fell under her mother's stern gaze, like a punctured balloon, and said depressedly: "What do you want me to do? Do you want me to be like a Like the whores in the City of London, dragging gentlemen of high status around to chatter?"

The Marchioness of Dorset was almost thrown to the ground by her daughter's anger.

Just when she was about to teach Jane Gray a good lesson, an announcement interrupted her train of thought.

"His Royal Highness Frederick, Prince of Denmark and Norway -"