Charles, Duke of Burgundy was a fourteen years older boy used to have everything he wanted and while was currently enjoying his hunting trip, he was unable to stop to think to the near arrival of his bride: Mary of England was really so beautiful as that enchanting portrait had made her appear or he was going to be deluded by the real woman? Hopefully Mary would be pretty as was promised and his Spanish grandfather would not be too unhappy for his wedding, but in any case his aunt Margaret was right: waiting for a three years old girl for making his grandfather (who he has heard quite often being called as untrustworthy) happy and risking the alliance with England would NOT be a good bargain (and as he was NOT like his maternal grandfather, he would hated who someone would believe him so inconstant to be an unreliable ally).
Then suddenly a messenger, sent by his aunt, reached his group with the news who the English fleet had been sighted and at this point would already been arrived in Antwerp, a day earlier than expected. Charles‘ first reaction was of disbelief: he had organized that hunt just for curbing his impatience for the arrival of his bride and she finally arrived while he was away? Was like someone had made a bad joke to him and Charles was feeling guilty as he has planned to receive Mary at the docks... Well, he decided who right now he had only one thing to do: rushing back to the palace and hoping who his absence had not given a bad impression of him to his bride. Sure he was a ruler in his own right and heir of many other lands but he also wished who his future bride see him as her own special knight and that was a bad start...
Charles’ companions were shocked by his improvvise departure, but hearing of the early arrival of the English party resigned to their fate and pushed their horses at full gallop, hoping to keep Charles’ pace for the two hours needed for returning to Antwerp at the fasted speed possible and who the English princess, their new Duchess, was truly as beautiful as Charles hoped (and possibly sweet tempered) or their lives would quickly become miserable...
Two hours later an almost exhausted Charles, arrived at the palace, and as he was still going too fast was barely quick enough to prevent his horse to run over some young maids who were walking in the park. He was going to say some quick words of excuse to the girls when one of them looked towards him, and he recognized with his total horror the features of the girl of his dreams and lost any chance to say something coherent: princess Mary in person was, if possible, more stunning than her portrait and he had just made the worst possible first impression on her...
Mary Tudor had no idea of why that young boy was unable to say barely a word when Archduchess Mary (who, being only 8 years old, had no idea of what was happening other than the fact who the situation was extremely funny) started to giggle and asked to Charles, who was reached by his companions what happened to him...
As the 18 years old girl was surely spoiled but neither heartless or unkind and the fact who the Duke, her husband, had arrived much earlier than was expected and looked to be at the end of a long run, flattered her, she just laughed and smiled to him, thanking the Duke for his premure in returning so quickly just for greeting her and complimented him for his excellent control of his horse, as very few knights would be so able to stop just in time in front to an unexpected obstacle, specially at his age and after a so long run...
Charles was still unable to say much of coherent, but was clearly grinning for Mary’s words, who reassured him on the fact who his bride was at least well disposed towards him and ready to forgive him for that disaster...
He was able to recover his sense just enough for excusing and take leave from his bride-to-be and his younger sister and go at the palace... a bath and a change were absolutely needed and he would need to find a way for getting full forgiveness from that stunning girl who he was to marry...