Thank you people who reviewed the first chapter. I was hoping that this might be a bit different and if it has then wow!
I hope you like this bit as well. If it takes a while to update it is because I'm trying to remember what I learned about Richard III for my A level coursework last year.
Disclaimer : see first page.
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Coventry several weeks after the Battle of Barnet
Marguerite sat in a window seat to the back of the group of women, all of them here were the wifes, and daughters of Lancastrian nobles or knights and were likely to have to pay for the ats of their family. Anne was near the front having been placed there by Marguerite Anjou as an attempt to apeal to the Yorkist king to preserve everybodies lives. The door eventually opened and several men walked in, one was head and shoulders above everybody else and had gloden blonde hair, he had to be the King Edward and Marguerite was sure that she had never seen anyone so beautiful. With him was a man similar in appearance and guessed that this was the brother George as he wasn't dark haired like the other brother who Anne had discribed in depth to Marguerite. The room when quiet when Edward stood in front of Marguerite Anjou,
"What do you mean to do with me?" she demanded
"Nothing. I do not wage war on women and children." Edward said
"Why did you kill my son then?" The former Queen of Emgland sobbed
"While your son was alive he would not stop tearing Endland apart. To have peace he had to die." Edward said all emotion missing from his voice.
"Will you not kill me then your majesty? It would be a blessing"
"No my mother has lived with the murder of my brother Edmund for many years now and so shall you." Edward said turnning his back on her,
"My lord."Anne said curtsying in front of her cousin.
"Anne sweatheart." Edward said raising her to her feet and embracing her.
"Edward." She said smiling.
"My dear cousin you must come with us now we have much to talk about." Edward said.
"Where is Marguerite?" Anne asked looking for her friend
"The onetime Queen of Lancaster is by the fire place." Edward said confused that his cousin would be looking for her.
"Not that Marguerite the other one. My friend and tha daughter of Sir Alan. I promised him I would look after her should York win." Anne explained.
"What does she look like?" Edward said looking round the room
"Black curly hair, slim and young." Anne said. Edward saw a girl possibly answering that discription by the window.
"Will, can you go and ask the girl with black hair by the window to come here." Edward said turnning to Will Hastings.
"Certainly Ned." Will said and left.
Marguerite was looking round for someone she recognised as she was feeling very young and small as all these Yorkist Lords were very splendid looking,
"Could you come with me please." A man said, he was wearing the rose of York on his left shoulder as well as another coat of arms.
"Certainly my Lord." Marguerite said with a curtsey knowing that he must be some type of Lord. She followed his through the crowd of Lancastrian women to Anne.
"Is this her?" A male voice asked. Marguerite looked up to see who was speaking and seeing the King imediately sank in a deep curtsey.
"Marguerite, this is my cousin Edward." Anne said
"Your majesty." Marguerite murmered not rising from the curtsey.
"Please rise." Edward said. The girl stood in front of him looking at the floor not meeting his eyes. Edward raised her chin so she looked at him.
"Edward do not scare her." Anne said.
"I apologise." Edward said with a slow smile. "If you both would come with me we shall talk away from all these people."
The small group made up of Edward, Will Hastings, George of Clarence, Anne Neville and Marguerite left the large meeting room and adjurned to the next room. Anne and Edward sat together talking quietly while Will and George also spoke together leaving Marguerite feeling very alone. These people all knew each other from many years ago and she didn't. All she was was the daughter of a Lancastrian knight who had fought and died oposing the people in this room.
"Why is she here?" Clarence demanded gesturing towards Marguerite
"She is my friend." Anne said quietly
"She is a Lancastrian traitor." Clarence said walking towards her.
"The same could be said about you." Edward said his voice even. Will Hastings looked at the king nervously knowing what it usually meant when Edwards voice went like that.
"I had reasons. I wished to wed Bella. You were not going to allow the marriage so I had to take steps." George shouted. The door opened quietly to admit three figures who stood there quietly watching the scene.
"Was that reason to betray your own blood?" Edward asked
"Yes." George said grabbing Marguerites arm and pushing her harshly towards the door. Marguerite stumbled and was caught by one of the figures by the door. Clarence stoped seeing them and tried to calm down.
"If you were hoping to let Marguerite of Anjou know that there are problems in the Yorkist ranks then you should have spoken more softly my Lord of Clarence, as it is I expect that a large proportion of the castle knows that there are problemd between Clarence and the King." One of the new comers said.
"Stay out of this Dickon." George warnned.
"Hello Richard." Anne said rising to her feet and effectively breaking the tension. Will Hastings grabbed George and talked to him very quietly while Edward greeted his youngest brother.
"Are you alright?" The figure holding her asked.
"I am fine sir. If you would just release me." Marguerite said.
"Certainly my lady." they said and released her arm. Marguerite took a step back to have a look at who it was that had caught her, he was a few years older than her with curly black hair cut unfashionably short. He had pale green eyes flecked with hazel, she had got this far when she had realised she was staring at him and flushed. The fact that he was staring back did not go unnoticed by Francis Lovell who hadn't moved from his position in front of the door.
"I am sorry for causing you any trouble." Marguerite said trying to regain her composure.
"I do not mind it is not everyday that beautiful women fall into my arms." He said with a grin, his smile like the Kings was infectious and Marguerite found herself smiling back
"Jack would you come here please" Richard called and with a bow to Marguerite he walked across the room.
"Do not mind Jack he is fond of an attractive face." Francis Lovell said from behind her.
"Who is he? I have not heard of any Yorkist Lords called Jack." Marguerite asked
"Sir Jack Roxton. He was knighted after the battle of Barnet. Who are you for that my lady as I would recognise any Yorkist woman but I feel sure that I have never seen your face before."
"My father was Sir Alan a knight of Lancaster. He was killed at Barnet."
"That was why my Lord of Clarence was proesting was it not." Francis Lovell said
"Yes. I am lucky to be a friend of Lady Anne. She requested that I be brought in here." Marguerite said trying to explain her presance there.
"It matters not to me who your father was. Mine to supported Lancaster, Richard does not mind who a persons father is and I do not think that Edward acres overmuch it is just Clarence who does." Francis said.
"Francis why have you not yet come and greeted Anne?" Richard called and Francis left her. For Marguerite life suddenly seemed much better, she was a friend of Anne Neville the cousin of the King of England and it looked as though she would not be punnished beause of her father and his support of Lancaster. Her eyes drifted back to Jack Roxton, he was very handsome, she flushed seeing he was staring at her again before turnning her back on him and moving to look out the window.
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Hope you didn't mind that chapter I just needed to introduce the main characters
Francis Lovell, Anne Neville and Will Hastimgs are all historical figures as are the three Plantagent brothers. I am not aware that a meeting like this ever took place but for the sake of the story it did.
The reference to Clarence betraying his family is due to the fact that he joined with the Earl Of Warwick so he could marry Isabelle Neville Anne's sister and the heir of the Warwick lands. This resulted in him betraying Edward though he defected back before the end of the War of the Roses.
I apologise now if any facts are incorrect as far as I am aware they are. However if anyone spots an obvious mistake please let me know and I'll correct it.
I hope you like this bit as well. If it takes a while to update it is because I'm trying to remember what I learned about Richard III for my A level coursework last year.
Disclaimer : see first page.
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Coventry several weeks after the Battle of Barnet
Marguerite sat in a window seat to the back of the group of women, all of them here were the wifes, and daughters of Lancastrian nobles or knights and were likely to have to pay for the ats of their family. Anne was near the front having been placed there by Marguerite Anjou as an attempt to apeal to the Yorkist king to preserve everybodies lives. The door eventually opened and several men walked in, one was head and shoulders above everybody else and had gloden blonde hair, he had to be the King Edward and Marguerite was sure that she had never seen anyone so beautiful. With him was a man similar in appearance and guessed that this was the brother George as he wasn't dark haired like the other brother who Anne had discribed in depth to Marguerite. The room when quiet when Edward stood in front of Marguerite Anjou,
"What do you mean to do with me?" she demanded
"Nothing. I do not wage war on women and children." Edward said
"Why did you kill my son then?" The former Queen of Emgland sobbed
"While your son was alive he would not stop tearing Endland apart. To have peace he had to die." Edward said all emotion missing from his voice.
"Will you not kill me then your majesty? It would be a blessing"
"No my mother has lived with the murder of my brother Edmund for many years now and so shall you." Edward said turnning his back on her,
"My lord."Anne said curtsying in front of her cousin.
"Anne sweatheart." Edward said raising her to her feet and embracing her.
"Edward." She said smiling.
"My dear cousin you must come with us now we have much to talk about." Edward said.
"Where is Marguerite?" Anne asked looking for her friend
"The onetime Queen of Lancaster is by the fire place." Edward said confused that his cousin would be looking for her.
"Not that Marguerite the other one. My friend and tha daughter of Sir Alan. I promised him I would look after her should York win." Anne explained.
"What does she look like?" Edward said looking round the room
"Black curly hair, slim and young." Anne said. Edward saw a girl possibly answering that discription by the window.
"Will, can you go and ask the girl with black hair by the window to come here." Edward said turnning to Will Hastings.
"Certainly Ned." Will said and left.
Marguerite was looking round for someone she recognised as she was feeling very young and small as all these Yorkist Lords were very splendid looking,
"Could you come with me please." A man said, he was wearing the rose of York on his left shoulder as well as another coat of arms.
"Certainly my Lord." Marguerite said with a curtsey knowing that he must be some type of Lord. She followed his through the crowd of Lancastrian women to Anne.
"Is this her?" A male voice asked. Marguerite looked up to see who was speaking and seeing the King imediately sank in a deep curtsey.
"Marguerite, this is my cousin Edward." Anne said
"Your majesty." Marguerite murmered not rising from the curtsey.
"Please rise." Edward said. The girl stood in front of him looking at the floor not meeting his eyes. Edward raised her chin so she looked at him.
"Edward do not scare her." Anne said.
"I apologise." Edward said with a slow smile. "If you both would come with me we shall talk away from all these people."
The small group made up of Edward, Will Hastings, George of Clarence, Anne Neville and Marguerite left the large meeting room and adjurned to the next room. Anne and Edward sat together talking quietly while Will and George also spoke together leaving Marguerite feeling very alone. These people all knew each other from many years ago and she didn't. All she was was the daughter of a Lancastrian knight who had fought and died oposing the people in this room.
"Why is she here?" Clarence demanded gesturing towards Marguerite
"She is my friend." Anne said quietly
"She is a Lancastrian traitor." Clarence said walking towards her.
"The same could be said about you." Edward said his voice even. Will Hastings looked at the king nervously knowing what it usually meant when Edwards voice went like that.
"I had reasons. I wished to wed Bella. You were not going to allow the marriage so I had to take steps." George shouted. The door opened quietly to admit three figures who stood there quietly watching the scene.
"Was that reason to betray your own blood?" Edward asked
"Yes." George said grabbing Marguerites arm and pushing her harshly towards the door. Marguerite stumbled and was caught by one of the figures by the door. Clarence stoped seeing them and tried to calm down.
"If you were hoping to let Marguerite of Anjou know that there are problems in the Yorkist ranks then you should have spoken more softly my Lord of Clarence, as it is I expect that a large proportion of the castle knows that there are problemd between Clarence and the King." One of the new comers said.
"Stay out of this Dickon." George warnned.
"Hello Richard." Anne said rising to her feet and effectively breaking the tension. Will Hastings grabbed George and talked to him very quietly while Edward greeted his youngest brother.
"Are you alright?" The figure holding her asked.
"I am fine sir. If you would just release me." Marguerite said.
"Certainly my lady." they said and released her arm. Marguerite took a step back to have a look at who it was that had caught her, he was a few years older than her with curly black hair cut unfashionably short. He had pale green eyes flecked with hazel, she had got this far when she had realised she was staring at him and flushed. The fact that he was staring back did not go unnoticed by Francis Lovell who hadn't moved from his position in front of the door.
"I am sorry for causing you any trouble." Marguerite said trying to regain her composure.
"I do not mind it is not everyday that beautiful women fall into my arms." He said with a grin, his smile like the Kings was infectious and Marguerite found herself smiling back
"Jack would you come here please" Richard called and with a bow to Marguerite he walked across the room.
"Do not mind Jack he is fond of an attractive face." Francis Lovell said from behind her.
"Who is he? I have not heard of any Yorkist Lords called Jack." Marguerite asked
"Sir Jack Roxton. He was knighted after the battle of Barnet. Who are you for that my lady as I would recognise any Yorkist woman but I feel sure that I have never seen your face before."
"My father was Sir Alan a knight of Lancaster. He was killed at Barnet."
"That was why my Lord of Clarence was proesting was it not." Francis Lovell said
"Yes. I am lucky to be a friend of Lady Anne. She requested that I be brought in here." Marguerite said trying to explain her presance there.
"It matters not to me who your father was. Mine to supported Lancaster, Richard does not mind who a persons father is and I do not think that Edward acres overmuch it is just Clarence who does." Francis said.
"Francis why have you not yet come and greeted Anne?" Richard called and Francis left her. For Marguerite life suddenly seemed much better, she was a friend of Anne Neville the cousin of the King of England and it looked as though she would not be punnished beause of her father and his support of Lancaster. Her eyes drifted back to Jack Roxton, he was very handsome, she flushed seeing he was staring at her again before turnning her back on him and moving to look out the window.
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Hope you didn't mind that chapter I just needed to introduce the main characters
Francis Lovell, Anne Neville and Will Hastimgs are all historical figures as are the three Plantagent brothers. I am not aware that a meeting like this ever took place but for the sake of the story it did.
The reference to Clarence betraying his family is due to the fact that he joined with the Earl Of Warwick so he could marry Isabelle Neville Anne's sister and the heir of the Warwick lands. This resulted in him betraying Edward though he defected back before the end of the War of the Roses.
I apologise now if any facts are incorrect as far as I am aware they are. However if anyone spots an obvious mistake please let me know and I'll correct it.