Welcome back to chapter 2 of Elizabeth of the 80 winters, here we meet Elizabeth of York, and this chapter is from her point of view, and a note to velocitygirl1980 that Margaret Beaufort appears In the next chapter. Please Review and please... Enjoy... And sorry for the delay I was gone to Venice...

'Your Majesty, Milady Elizabeth Plantagenet your mother arrived' Barked Forbes the pageboy

Elizabeth scurried down the stairs and flung the double doors wide open, there she saw a beautiful yet thin and old yet pretty face, a slim woman with hair of a light chestnut instead of the radiant blonde she had in her youth, that woman was her beloved mother Elizabeth, as tall as she was and a bit thiner than she was, all the years in sanctuary made her a thin woman, barely after being realised of sanctuary in her uncle's reign; she had little joy In the fresh air of Nesfield, after being thrown in a nunnery by her then-cruel husband but now her husband's heart softened after being given the joy of the birth of Prince Henry Duke of York, who her own mother was appointed to be the godmother, and she will spend the rest of her days at court, she would have restored her mother at court since the second she would have been Queen, needless to say she wouldn't have ever been banished to a nunnery if it was her person commanding this kingdom, but she was Queen Consort, needless to say she had no say... Her mother of course, was a political influence, nothing in the kingdom happened without her goodwill, her kingdom, the Yorkist rose not the Tudor one, her father Edward IV's reign was extravagant, splendorous and golden yet very good and prosperous, her father made England the richest country in Europe, while the Tudor England is just as well a good England but not as memorable as her father's Yorkist Reign. Elizabeth noticed a coroner on her mother's light chestnut hair and the black gown that she saw her wearing in sanctuary but she added cloth of gold at the colour and the end of the sleeves, it looked very regal, she was touched by the effort that her mother put in this visit.

'Daughter!' croaked Elizabeth

'Mother' yelped the queen

Then her mother curtseyed low in order to formalise their reunion and out of respect to the queen; her own daughter, She surely was a country lady ascended to royalty while Her own daughter Elizabeth was royalty by birth.

'Do not curtesy to me' said the queen alarmed, her mother was responsible for making her queen, her mother was an ambitious shrew, she shouldn't have curtseyed to her...

Elizabeth her father came up smiling and replied

'Daughter, every person save for one must curtesy for you' added her mother

'mother, Many people do not curtsey to me,' stated Elizabeth

'who? Who dares not to curtesy to your presence' inquired her mother furiously

'Milady the king's mother' replied Elizabeth shyly

'that bitch from hell, that terrible greedy bitch, does not curtesy to you? If it was for me I would make your puppet-like husband curtesy to you' spat her mother angrily

'Hush, if anyone hears you they will report it to the king

'Yes thank you daughter' murmured Her mother cautiously and then crossed herself saying 'Donec a deo tuendam filia peccator invidus et matrem regis superbia Milady' (please god protect my daughter from Milady the king 's mother's sinful pride and envy - any Latin experts please tell me if I wrote this correctly) hissed her mother piously

'Miladies, would you like me to help you to Milady the king's mother and the king 's apartment? As accustomed to the tradition?' suggested Forbes seeing the two happily talking about court.

Elizabeth peered at her mother, with adoring eyes; she could not believe it there were 6 years since they haven't seen each other, Elizabeth's hair was still radiant blonde and her eyes were a deep grey like her father's she was more buxom than her thin mother. She held her mother's bony hand and led her to her hated mother-in-law's chambers were she was in her eyes a frivolous butter-minded girl and her mother an utter whore and a witch, Margaret Beaufort as everybody had to call 'Milady the king's mother' did not like her mother for allying with her uncle Richard III and abandoning her marriage plans with this cold arse of a lord who she now has to call husband, and bagging her father Edward IV which Margaret wanted to marry herself. She mutters saying through what pain she endured during her life while her formidable Mother endured so much more pain than she Margaret Beaufort ever did... They were the same and Margaret Beaufort would scold her saying you are a frivolous being like your mother then she would mutter to herself 'like mother, like daughter

This chapter was ok I think, please tell me how you think it was, and the next one is from Margaret Beaufort's perspective. Please review and tell me which other chapters I have to include