Margaret Beaufort’s first husband was born on 27 September 1442. Seven years later, he married her. She was likely only six years old. The pope only gave his blessing afterwards.
History remembers Margaret Beaufort as a devoted mother, a pious noblewoman, a woman who prayed for her son from a distance and wept when he finally came home. That is the story she wanted told. She was also the most dangerous political mind of the fifteenth century, and the two things are not separate.
Margaret Tudor was five years old when they promised her to a king sixteen years her senior. She was thirteen, and newly motherless, when she finally left to marry him. On the eighth of July 1503 she would say goodbye to her father for the last time.
The Pope made him a Cardinal to save his life. Henry VIII said he would send the hat to Rome without a head to wear it. On the twenty-second of June 1535 he kept his word.
He spent thirteen years performing a loyalty he had already decided to destroy. On the morning he betrayed it he was waiting for the right moment. He knew what the moment would look like. He had been waiting for it since 1472.
She had been Queen of England. She died in a convent with nothing, having asked for a quiet funeral with no expense. No explanation was ever recorded. Henry VII never gave one.