Battle of Bosworth, 1485
"Septimus, this doesn't have to be your battle" I cried as he got up onto his horse. I didn't want to watch him ride into another battle, how much more blood must be shred?
"If the King calls upon his knights, then I have to go" he sighed, I knew he was right, but it didn't make it any easier.
"Promise me, you will return" I reached up for his hand to bid him farewell.
"Bella, if anything happens - deny any loyalty to King Richard, the Yorkist days will be over, and a new dawn will begin. It would be easier if you accepted it and still have a place in Court for you and the children" he explained in a low voice, no one liked to speak of such disloyal outcomes, but it had to be considered. The war between these two houses had been going on long enough and if either of these men, Richard or Henry were to die on the battlefield, it would finally be an end to this feud. But I didn't care about that, I just wanted Septimus to return home to me and our children.
He then bent down to kiss me softly on the lips as I wished him well and watched him gallop away not knowing if I would ever see him again. I stood there and felt like I had just lost everything. I couldn't help but feel like this pain was something that I had felt in another life if such things were possible.