AN: Another Queen's Day Inspired update. Yes, I know Elizabeth Woodville wasn't proclaimed as Edward IV's wife until months after his Coronation, but allow me some poetic license. It makes for a nicer story. Song is Crowning of the King by Blackmore's Night, which is absolutely gorgeous!

Down in the village streets
The air is full of wonder
Fair smiles greet
The crowning of the king…
Come hither, gather round
A joyous time's upon us
Trumpets sound
The crowning of the king…

The crowds pressed eagerly against one another, lining each side of the road in lines at least six persons deep. They were laughing, jostling, teasing; all craning their necks, straining to be the first among their friends to see the new King pass.

Their new King; their strong young King, who had won his throne on the battlefield, taking what was rightfully his from the forces of the weak Henry VI. Their handsome King, who was already married and promising to have a son to succeed him within the year.

A son. A Prince. A Prince from an English girl of good blood; not from the French She-Wolf who had reigned so tyrannically such a short time ago. A Prince to keep this country safe; to keep England from sliding back into the bitterness of civil war.

Suddenly the trumpets blared. Excitement peaked and a voice, lonely in the great multitude of people called out, "Here he comes, God Bless him! God Bless King Edward! Long Live Edward IV!"

One voice was all it took. The spell had been broken. Cheers rang out and His Majesty King Edward rode down the London street to a cacophony of joyous voices screaming his name.

Fast away the olde
Time too quickly passes
Shine the light of new
For the crowning of the king…
Come forth those who wish
For change and change becoming
Welcome with every breath
The crowning of the king…

There had never been a more popular King. But then, there had never been a handsomer King. Nor had there ever been a King who had willingly shared his day with his sweetheart; with his wife and Queen, the way Edward Plantagenet did.

He rode down the lined roads, mounted high on his great white charger, with his new Queen, Elizabeth Grey nee Woodville, at his side. The pair were hand-clasped and exchanged longing looks even as they smiled and waved at their new populace; looks that only confirmed in the hearts of the Londoners how very much in love their new monarchs truly were.

The obvious love between the two wasn't perhaps the common thing for Kings and Queens, but the Londoners couldn't have cared less. To them, it was just another sign of how different things would be now. If Kings and Queens could marry for love and not politics, well then, love truly had conquered all.

Times had changed. Love and peace, not fear and war, reigned supreme in England now. Love and Peace reigned and mothers no longer had to fear for their sons. Wives no longer had to fear for their husbands. Daughters and sisters could sleep soundly once again; secure in the knowledge that their fathers and brothers would still be there in the morning. The delight and relief that filled them at that realisation was immeasurable. Small wonder, then, that they were cheering their new King and Queen so wholeheartedly.

Sweet is the hour and sweeter still
The time we spend together
Celebrate the noble will
The crowning of the king…
To sing and dance and sing again
With honour and with splendour
All from far and near-
See the crowning of the king!

Step to the dance of hope
Of courtly wiles and pleasure
As the star of the morn
Shines brightly for the king…

And when King Edward took it upon himself to turn his horse at the head of the road and call back to them, "Good People of London, My Queen and I thank you for your happy greetings and return any blessings that you have bestowed upon us in full. It gives us great pleasure to know that we have your loyalty. We would be most pleased if we could know that you were enjoying this day as much as we ourselves are. To this end, I have decided to allow dancing, bonfires and free wine for the remainder of the day. We pray by Saint George that you will enjoy it," the shouts that resounded were almost deafening.

Groups of musicians, who had peeled away from the cavalcade following Their Majesties and hidden themselves among the crowd tuned up as the King rode away and, within minutes, everyone had grabbed themselves a partner and was swirling around in a haphazard jumble of bright colours and laughing smiles and gleaming ribbons.

It was a golden day; the day that would forever be remembered as The Day of the Three Suns. The Three Suns of York, for they were blazing triumphantly; blazing even more brightly than the glistening heated orb that hung in the sky overhead.

Pray thee lift the veil
From those who came before us
Merriment will prevail
For the crowning of the king…

Sweet is the hour and sweeter still
The time we spend together
Celebrate the noble will
The crowning of the king…

The Sun of York was blazing and gone were the days of oppressive uncertainty under the She-Wolf and her Puppet King. Gone were the days of tyranny and French oppression. They were gone, never to return.

How could they return, when King Edward was so young and strong and had such a beautiful Queen at his side? A beautiful Queen who was more a woman than Margaret of Anjou would ever be. After all, Elizabeth Grey nee Woodville had already proven her fertility. She had two healthy sons by her first husband, Sir John Grey, the Lord Ferrers of Groby. That was more than the Anjou Princess had managed to do when she first landed on English soil.

Margaret had a son now, it was true, but that was after years of marriage, and God only knew whether little Edward had been King Henry's at all. He could just as easily have been the Duke of Suffolk's. There wouldn't be that problem with this King. That was plain enough for anyone to see.

So strong was the conviction that even customary spoilsports got caught up in the merriment, laughing and dancing until the whole of London was ringing with exultation for the crowning of King Edward and Queen Elizabeth.

King Edward and Queen Elizabeth. The Sun King and the Rivers Queen. Given London's position as the centre of commerce in England and the fact that it lay on the great banks of the Thames, could there ever have been a King and Queen more suited to the City? It was very much doubtful.

To sing and dance and sing again
With honour and with splendour
All from far and near-
See the crowning of the king!
Jesters spin and play
The laughter sounds like music
What a perfect day
For the crowning of the king…

Here in the village streets
The air is full of wonder
Fair smiles greet the crowning of the king…
Come and see the crowning of the king!