บท 41: I Curse You
Elizabeth Woodville, The Queen Of England:
"Edward's mother will know this pain. She will know the loss of her son George. I swear it. You have lost a son and so shall she!" I wanted Edward's mother to feel the pain me and my mother feel right now,
It is because of her son that my father and brother are dead.
"And what should that achieve? It will not bring them back, and there will be war again." I started to feel like I was going to go crazy. "But they still have Edward!" No it wouldn't bring them back, but it would avenge them.
How else was I suppose to feel in this situation. No one can feel what I am going through. My husband has been kidnapped by his very own cousin and brother.
And now my brother and father have been killed by the exact people who kidnapped my husband. How can I not be mad, it is inevitable.
"I must avenge my father and my brother or God knows I shall go mad! I've tried to do it differently. I've tried to do what Edward asked and make them my all friends. But now, I want them dead."
My mother starred at me for a while, and that is when I realized what she was going to do. She was going to give me a curse. Well trust I'd happily take it.
She lifted up her paper "Tear off a corner. Write their names in it in blood." I took the paper a teared of a corner like she asked.
"Heat the charm, Keep it in the darkness." I listened carefully to the instructions. I would make sure I did everything perfectly. Just then would the curse work perfectly.
"Do it by the riverside on the waning moon." I nodded at my mother, as in my thanks.
That night I waited for the moon to come out. Then I decided to head for the riverside. I grabbed a lantern, and a charm like my mother said.
I lay on the bay of the riverside. I open up the piece of paper I tore off from the letter my mother had. She had told me to write their names in blood, so I must prick my finger.
I pricked my finger, and as the blood went down I let it go down on a little leaf. I would use this little storage of blood as my ink.
I began to write, "Richard Neville, Earl Of Warwick. I Curse You."
"George Plantagenet, Duke Of Clarence. I Curse You Too."
I folded the little piece of paper, than I put it into my charm. Just like my mother said I heat it over the candle. This would input the curse, and I hope this curse doesn't go easy at all. It better not.
"By my will you both shall die" That is when I put the charm over the fire. They didn't expect to kidnap my husband, kill my father and my brother, and get away with it.
They didn't know who they were messing with, cause I know I'm not simply just a Queen. I am a woman, and what a woman stands for is far more impeccable than what a man stands for. You better believe it.
Writer:
The curse didn't take effect quickly, but it caused everything that George and Warwick did to fail. They never succeeded. But they put that upon themselves. Their children however, were the ones who had to suffer the most consequences. And they both did suffer tragic deaths, dying in one of England's worst times. The War Of The Roses Killed many.
Who knew that a White rose could kill, and that a Red could spill.
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