I am sorry for the late updates. I had writers block for this story, but now, I am back! It is short, but, this is the best that I can do in the circumstances.

12th November 1485: Westminster Palace, England

Dowager Queen Elizabeth Woodville watched her two sons fight each other. One sword clashed against another and the two boys pulled away.

Bang!

The swords clashed again, and the two leaped apart. The taller of the two - whom she assumed to be her eldest son, Edward - smashed his sword down again, and the shorter of the two - whom she assumed to be her youngest son, Richard - knocked it away.

Bang!

The two swords clashed again, and the two brothers were pressed hard against each other and the swords trembled against each other. Richard pushed forward, and Edward's sword flew from his hand, and landed on the floor behind him. Edward stumbled backwards in shock, and fell onto his back. Richard placed the blade of the sword onto Edward's neck. Dowager Queen Elizabeth gasped for a moment. Richard removed the sword and held out a hand for Edward.

Edward took his brother's hand and got to his feet. He pulled off his helmet and smiled. Richard took his helmet off and gave a cheeky smile. "Well," Edward began "I commend you, Richard,"

Richard gave another cheeky smile, and Edward smiled too.

13th November 1485: Westminster Palace, England

"Edward?"

"Hmm? What?" Edward snapped out of his day dream and looked to his brother, who was sat next to him on the throne. Richard looked slightly anxious "Are you alright?" he asked. Edward nodded, giving a small smile "Yes," he assured his brother, placing a hand on his shoulder "Yes,"

"You were day dreaming," Richard informed him. Edward laughed a little "No," he replied "No. I was thinking about my marriage. I am to be married to Anne, the only surviving child of Francis II, Duke of Brittany, next month, and I couldn't be anymore nervous,"

"Why?"

"Because she will, if her father produces no male heir, which doesn't look likely, be Duchess of Brittany, and, if she hates me, everything could go wrong in this country by me not getting an heir from her, not to mention the fact that she's only eight years old!"

"At least you won't have to sleep wth her for at least four years, Edward," Richard assured his brother "You can get her to like you first,"

Edward sighed "Ah, Richard. Always the intellect. Yes, you're right. You're right," Edward smiled to Richard "I'll start by allowing her to use, and keep, her title of Duchess of Brittany when she succeeds to it, of course,"

"Your Majesty?" John de la Pole, 1st Earl of Lincoln was stood in front of the throne "Your mother requests an audience,"

Edward glanced to Richard, before sighing "Very well. Let her in,"

She, of all people, was the last person that he wanted to see. But, as she was his mother, he had no choice.

To Be Continued