@philiptheprudent
Many had advised against Mary’s bringing her son all the way to England. The boy was small, and the journey not a simple one. She knew well that it was expected that she leave him to his governesses in Spain. However, she had not been able to bring herself to part with him, and so she had done all that she could to ensure her precious son was safe on the trip. She had not yet regretted it - not when the babe had such a healthy complexion and such a happy demeanor.
She sat with him now in the rooms which she shared with her husband, though Philip had currently stepped out on some unknown business - leaving Mary and Felipe to their devices for the moment, with the exception of her maids nearby. She found herself cooing over him as they both sat on the floor, the babe occupied with a toy when the door opened, and Mary looked up with a smile that radiated warmth when she laid eyes on Philip. “We were just discussing you,” she teased him - her eyes soft, her warmth toward him grown in the time since their son had been born. “What has kept you this afternoon? I had hoped we three might explore the gardens.”
