Princess of York: Princess Margaret Plantagenet and Dowager Duchess Jacquetta of Bedford.
I thank very much PrinceBrennonTudor and Castiel's little angel 1985 very much for commenting and supporting. This Chapter will be about the death of Jaquetta of Luxembourg and Margaret Plantagenet. BTW check the other Neville girl today and Elizabeth of the 80 Winters the 2 stories that I started when I was away from my computer and please stay with me and continue rating please
'Milady, mother' we three chanted Simultaneously
'rise up girls' she says softly after touching each of our shoulders
Then our father the king arrives and smiles at us and with a grin invites us all to dine, I sit between Baby Richard who we most all call Duke of York, earl of Shrewsbury and etc etc, just because he is a boy and Mary, If I were a boy I would have probably been Duke of Bedford because; Duke of Clarence and Gloucester are already taken by out uncles; George and Richard. But I am the youngest Daughter
'Sebi' says Baby Richard
'what is it?' I ask a bit annoyed at having to talk to him instead of my sisters
'Liza asked me to tell you, Mary and Elizabet' mama and papa and grandma Jackie to go to Marg'rets bedside now' whimpered Richard very quickly and I barely could understand what he said but I knew instantly that something wasn't going all right
'Mother, Father, Elizabeth, Mary' I shout most unattractively I fear
'The Duke of York tells us to go to Princess Margaret's chambers and I'll get Lady Jacquetta Rivers' I add
'The feast is finished! Milords' Announced my father
'Yes your majesty' reply the displeased nobles
My father and mother are looking so glum and they squeeze each others hands very tightly and Father tries to comfort mother, My mother despite herself does not cry, nothing males mama cry she is metal on the outside but butter on the inside, she is bit crying on the outside but on the inside she is weeping a stream. I go and fetch Grandma Jacquetta,
'Jackie!' I screech trying to help get out of bed
'Ok, ok attende' she replies In French
'Ok, Je comprande' I reply In French
When she gets down she replied in English; 'what is it?'
'Margaret is ill' I scream frantically
Grandma Jacquetta jumps out of bed and we march in Margaret's chambers and there we see father and Elizabeth weeping but surprisingly I don't see Mary praying.
Me and my favourite Grandmother squeeze next to each other so hard I feel her heartbeat and I feel it bit slower and slower and slower an then I am realised from her grasp and I see her body lie down on the floor unmoved
'Grandmother' I scream and then burst into tears
The countess of Surrey Elizabeth Tilney my mother's greatest friend Who stayed with us in 1470 when we were in sanctuary and a few more ladies-in-waiting carry her to her bed to rest.
Then I cling to Mary who I finally see crying, then I see Margaret's whey-face that is as White as the snow in December and her tiny arms grasp mama's finger.
'There is nothing that we can do, she will be in the hands of god' and then utters quietly 'And Melusina before nightfall' Sobs my mother and gracefully lifts Margaret of her bed and leads a mini-procession to her mother's bedchamber and slide little Margaret in her mother's arms and there she kissed their foreheads and if I dare name it shed a small tear that was caught on my father's sleeve.
'Don't worry beloved, she is in a happier place now and you have done good to
Keep her so long, she would have became a great princess, I still love you darling' he coaxed and then slid an arm around her waist and cried too.
'What happened?' asked young Elizabeth Howard who is now the same as me; 9
'my sister has died and my grandmother is in a comma' I answer harshly in a bad tone and angry tone
'I am so sorry for your loss' She says truly sad
I sigh and rush to my mother's chamber but on the way I see Mary writing, It is all very wierd; she just prays these days and only in the city church, not our private chapel and I must confess that I am very Suspicious towards her, on the way I stop to mama's chamber, I do not see her there so with my quick Yorkist Wit I figure out that she might be in Grandma Jacquetta's room. I skid there as fast as I can and there I see Mama and Grandmama talking, I feel a rush of joy realising that Grandmother isn't in a fainting comma anymore but I still feel very worried so I quickly walk in and see mother with a dry-face talk mournfully to her beloved mother with whom she spent most of her life with, mama had a very strong relationship with Grandmama because she spent more time with her mother because she was of lower-birth than me, I fear this day to come and I also think that I hear Melusina shrieking and singing a death ballad because her heir and descendant is going to die, with my dead sister Baby Margaret in her hand she looks at me tensly with a lot of affection for I am her favourite, I inherited her looks and I believe in Melusina the most and I am her true heiress.
'Cecily, work hard and help your mother and do your duty to your country and live through peace and vanquish war, attend to your studies and Love the ones close to you and forgive some of your enemies, not all but the ones that you choose to forgive remember to not forget their names, I give you the rivers fortune and my properties in Grafton that do not belong to your uncle Anthony, remember you're not only my heir but Melusina's too and follow my advice and think about others yet do not be swayed, be a true York, a York princess, a daughter to a river's lady and a York king, a York princess you already are, child' croaked Grandmama, I cried heavy tears all day long and now I feel closer to mama and Father than ever, I am a York Princess and Heiress to Melusina.
I hope you liked this chapter, it was a bit sad and by the way just to not be confused, please note that next chapter takes place in 1477 now. Please see the other neville girl and Elizabeth of the 80 winters, if you're a die hard fan of the Tudors, I have to tell you that they'll come late like at chapter 14... I beg all of you to review and consider my claim...