Been a while since I updated this but I am making an effort to update all of the stuff on rather than just writing for Sylum. So sorry about the wait.
None of the characters are mine they all belong to history apart from Jack Roxton, I suppose I can claim him as mine.
Marguerite was standing with some ceramic vessel in one hand poised to throw it at a table which had George cowering behind it. From the assorted other fragments scattered around the small room this was not the first thing she had thrown at him.
"George?" Richard asked stepping near to the table he could see a foot sticking out from. He was trying very hard no to smile.
"Get that madwoman out of here!" George yelped as Marguerite threw the beaker and it smashed into the stone floor near George's head.
"Jack." Richard called as the youngest son of York started to coax his brother out from behind the table.
Marguerite paced up and down the small space while Jack leaned against the wall watching her.
"Are you harmed? He did not touch you did he?" Jack questioned at length when she had slowed her walk somewhat.
"He tried I persuaded him otherwise." Marguerite said wrapping her arms around her waist.
"Sweetling, Anne is safe now, Richard gives his blessing for our union would you agree to a marriage as soon as the bans can be read?" Jack asked wanting to have Marguerite with him and safely away from any retaliation from George.
"I will." Marguerite said smiling and blushing slightly.
When Richard emerged from his brothers study some time later he found Jack and Marguerite quite happily sitting together talking in low voices.
"Are you harmed my lady?" Richard asked.
"I am unhurt my lord." Marguerite replied.
"Good, I am unaware if Sir Roxton has informed you that Anne has been removed to my mothers home for the near future. I would be happy to offer you the same accommodation."
"I thank you." Marguerite said.
Two months later
It was October and Jack would have been happy to have been married weeks ago but Anne and Richard between them had conspired to make the couple wait. But now as Jack stood impatiently at the front of the nave in St Margaret's church he was feeling nervous.
"Calm down." Francis whispered from his position at Jack's side. Richard had wanted to be the one standing at Jack's side on this day but had been persuaded that it might not be the best move so Francis had taken his place.
A hush from the guests gathered there made Jack turn to see Marguerite standing at the entrance to the nave, dressed simply despite Anne's offers to buy her a grand gown had worn something simple. From the look in Roxton's eyes he wouldn't have cared what she wore, smiling to herself Marguerite remembered something her mother had told her when she was very young, 'If he believes he loves you then you hold the greatest power a woman can own, do not waste it'.
The feast that Richard had thrown was lavish and Marguerite had noted with some amusement that Clarence and Bella were there sitting at the far end of the high table, many other nobles were there.
"Jack." Richard said leaning over to his friend.
"Richard?" Jack replied
"I would ask a favour of you. I know that you and your wife have been looking for somewhere to live. I have a large house less than a days travel from York, I am unlikely to have reason to stay there but I need someone who I can trust near the city and if you would be willing to accept the house I would be glad to give it to you." Richard said.
"I will give you an answer shortly Richard and I think you most gratefully for the offer but for now I wish to enjoy my wedding night."
"My lady?" Jack said offering Marguerite his hand.
"My Lord." Marguerite replied taking his hand. Leaving the room quietly neither wanting the traditional boisterous accompaniment to their bedroom they started their lives together.
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