At the Wedding,...
"In nomine Patris, Et Filii et Spiritus Santi, Amén." As the priest spoke, I held my baby girls in my hands. It was as if by the day she gets even more beautiful. "Amen." And like that they walked away hand in hand. The 2 little kids bound to be married when they get older.
"Look at my little sister, Katherine. With her sulky new husband, The Duke." I often whispered to my mother during these ceremonies. As I looked at how happy my little sister was at this moment. And as the ceremony had ended my family started heading out.
"Who would've thought such a happy ocasión would make so many people so miserable. Lord Warwick isn't even here." As my mother turned to look at all the faces in the room staring back at us.
It was almost as if they had seen a beautiful ghost and had just sat there in envy, especially Duchess Cecily, Edward's mother. "So much the better, mother." And then I turned to look at my baby girl.
Just then, Richard came, Edward's brother. I'm not gonna hide it, but Richard sure is my favorite brother, he's much kinder and mature. "Congratulations, Your Grace, on your first York Princess." And there cam Edward to my side, and also his mother.
However his mother had always favorited one brother and that brother was, George.
"She is not a boy though, so you have no heir."
"I shall have many heirs, Duchess Cecily. And the next one will be a boy." And then we heard a loud bell, coming from outside. "Edward what is that?"
That is when everyone started rushing outside, to keep my daughter safe from all the commotion I gave her to the midwife.
As we rushed outside we realized it was Lord Warwick, and? It was The former King Henry. What was Warwick doing with him, did he find out where he had been hiding.
"King Henry!" Margaret Beaufort was the first one to actually tell everyone who had been brought back to the palace. The man that killed Edward's brother and father, and put their heads on spikes.
Then Warwick started speaking, as if this was all part of his plan. "My lords. Or one time King, Henry, and now, our prisoner. He was roaming the fields of Northumberland. But I have ridden out and captured him."
"And you have brought him in!" Then In not even a second Richard turned and grabbed a sword from the solider ready to attack Henry. "Richard! No!" Everyone tried to hold Richard back, "Then let us Take vengeance for our father he murdered!"
"You will not! He is an anointed King. And how should we be any better if we in his butchery?" Then he turned to the royal court to speak to not one but all.
"He is a traitor and an Enemy to my rule! But God has brought him to us to show that my reign is just and true! We shall keep cousin Henry in a tower and show him a mercy that he denied our father. Go in God, cousin." It must've been really hard for Edward.
To face the man that killed his father. And the fact that, that man was his own flesh and blood.
Edward soon to show his happiness went and hugged seemingly the better cousin of his, Lord Warwick. "I am once again indebted by you, cousin."
"I serve you Edward as ever. Might I have a word with, your Grace."
"Of course!"
This was Warwick's big surprise. Surely he thought since he had brought the king his cousin. The king would give him anything he asked for. And what he asked for was not something small...
"God bless him, Poor Henry." My mother expressed her feelings towards her former King, and her former friend. "Mother, Warwick is up to something. Can we ever trust him?" It was a question I asked myself every day.
Why should I trust a man who hates my guts, who plots against my husband, against his own king. Sometimes I wonder for my safety in this castle.
We were all getting seated to dine, as my sister sat on the throne along with her husband. Looking more adorable then ever on those mini thrones.
In the perspective of Anne Neville:
"Girls, I have something to tell you." I turned to look at my mother, hoping this news had something to do with something good. We usually always get bad news, and it's not fun to get bad news all the time.
"You must keep it a secret for now, do you promise."
"Yes, Lady Mother." Whatever she had to say she better spit it out. I was always very patient, but I just wanted to get it over with.
"Your father, is asking King Edward for the royal dukes." Royal Dukes as in a Richard and George. But why would father want the royal dukes. Does he want us to marry them, Richard?
"To be given in marriage to the two of you." My mother turned to Issy - Isabel "You will marry George." Issy smiled back at me, she seemed just as excited as I was.
"And I shall marry Richard!?" My sister laughed at how happy I was, all I've ever asked for in life was to marry Richard. To spend the rest of my life with Richard.
"See how Anne is blushing! You cannot think to like him? He's got such funny eyes, and he's so serious."
"Stop is Issy!" My mother then pointed to the Beautiful Queen Elizabeth.
"She of course will try to stop it, but the king will not refuse your father not if he asks him to his face. Not now after he has brought in Henry. And the two of you will be Royal duchesses. You will outrank the Kings own Mother."
SNEAK PEAK: Although Isabel gets married to the favorite son. Anne is Edward's mother's favorite daughter in law. Anne helps her through tough times, when in the end she dies.
"I am to marry Richard." I stared at Richard, I had always loved him from afar, but I don't believe he has. He has always been so kind to me when George and Isabel were not.
Writer:
In King Edward's office, Warwick and him spoke about the matters. "Your Grace." Lord Warwick seemed very happy about they little chat he had with Edward. He walked out happier than usual. He had asked Edward if his daughter could marry Richard and George. Edward did not give a direct answer, but he did not say no.
Edward planned to talk it out with his wife, and then he would make the decision. It was a tough one, because he did not want to hand so much power over to Warwick. But he also did not want to displease his cousin as he had brought in Henry for him. This was all apart of Warwick's plan, if only it didn't fail.
Margaret Beaufort:
As I thought about today's tragedies. King Henry had been brought in against his will and is now a prisoner to the York's. I'm surprised they didn't chop his head off in the spite of the moment knowing how cruel those York's are. "How could they bring, poor Henry in like that?"
"You must not call him "King" my love." I have every right to call my King, King. Besides why should I have to worry, god will protect me through any cause. If he has taken away my boys title surely he has thought of an even better title for him.
Because I know in the future the only person I will be calling King is my son.
"He is King in the eyes of God!" For now.