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posted October 20, 2013 08:23 AM            

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So this is my book I am writing, about Queen Elizabeth of York; daughter of Edward IV, sister of Edward V, niece of Richard III, Wife of Henry VII, and mother of Henry VIII.
It is told from her point of view through her experiences. I will post it on here chapter by chapter, but will take it off once it is complete, here is part 1:

The White King’s Daughter

By Frankie Floyd

White rose, Queen of the summer,
White rose, Queen of the fall,
White rose, The new guard shall follow,
White rose, The old guard shall fall,-
from White rose-
Heather Dale.

When Adam delved
And Eve span
Who then was the Gentleman?-
John Ball

The Tower,
February, 1503

The war, I remember it well. Though I was just a girl, I remember. It took my uncle, my brothers, cousins and friends. It engulfed everything in its path. Even a portion of my childhood was spent in hiding with my mother and younger siblings, terrifying times.
And now I rule this land, this barbaric land, as the rest of Europe would call it.
I lounge myself upon the couch closest the window. The Tower is cold, as it always is. I look to the waters below.
I think of things that are, things that were, and things that shall be.
I have not seen my husband for ages; he attends to our son, the next King of England, that is, if nothing happens to him.
Ah, and I think of Arthur, my eldest son. He is dead. My sweet boy. Oh, and Henry, my little Henry, he has been taken from me to learn the duties of a king. How is he faring? Does he miss me? I certainly do miss him. He was always such a tender child, never meant for the duties of King. That was Arthur’s place, but he has passed and left behind that poor Spanish Bride, Catherine of Aragon. I worry for her.
But I worry for my own daughters as well, my sweet little Mary and my headstrong Margaret.
Margaret has left to marry James IV of Scotland, and we have yet to arrange a match for Mary.
Ah, ‘tis the fate of women, to be betrothed to whom, their parents see fit.
Oh, and I think of my own maidenhood.
King Henry VII, my husband, with barely a drop of royal blood in him, but the son of a man who was the ******* of a commoner. Within me flows the real blood of the crown, but I am a woman.
And then I think again to the war, The War of the Roses, yes, that is what they called it. One army bore the banner of the white rose of York, whilst the other bore the red of Lancaster, Both fought for the throne and through my husband and I, both have prevailed. We have ushered in the Tudor dynasty, and our son shall become King Henry VIII, our new hope for the future.
I feel my pregnant belly, the child is kicking, my seventh babe, for Edmund and Elizabeth died as infants and Arthur just last year. He was always such a frail sickly boy.
And I miss him, even though I never really knew him, as Queens are not permitted to know their elder son.
The King was devastated when he died, and it was I who first comforted him before collapsing upon my own bed with grief.
And then I think again of my living son, my Henry. It’s not fair, him torn from me, thrown into a world of power-hungry men who only care for their own gain.
The fate of Royal Children, to do as their parents bid them do. It was mine as well.
Everything throughout my life was always arranged for me: my husband, my status, my destiny. And as I stare through the window, gazing at the red and white roses that shall bloom at the water’s edge, I remember.
They will soon bloom beautifully, the red of Lancaster: Henry, the white of York: I, and I think, do we bloom as the roses? Or do we shrivel and die as the unhealthy ones? I have to hope, I have to hope we will bloom, that the roses will bloom once again, that hope is not far away, that Henry, my son will bloom just as the roses. The red and the white, I remember.

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posted October 20, 2013 08:24 AM            

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the cuss words is only the b word...used in its actual form, not as an insult.

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posted October 28, 2013 02:49 PM            

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Interesting so far, and congratulations on your book writing.

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posted October 29, 2013 09:08 PM            

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