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whitewitch111
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posted March 26, 2017 06:41 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for whitewitch111     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Its a novel I began about Queen Elizabeth of York, I almost finished it, this is actually the farthest I got in chronological order that is. lol

December, 1484

"Bess," he said flashing me a smile. I grinned back, maybe even a blush struck my face.
"Your Grace," I replied in a curtsy.
"How many times must I tell you? I am still Dicken to you." He chuckled.
"It just is not tradition, Dicken" I spoke.
"To hell with tradition," and he gave me a wink. I don't know what it was, but since a girl I had noticed that his blue eyes twinkled more in the winter time.
IT was cold and he had happened to stop me in the Great Hall. I was wearing a festive wool coat of crimson, with golden thread at its seems. For, Christmas was fast approaching. My hair just so happened to be loose, free of headdress.
"Where is Cecily?" I inquired.
"Ah, I know not." His voice and look equated what she had been hesitant to reveal; they were not getting on well any longer.
He looked at my hair, his gaze was gentle.
"Your hair is always the most beautiful in the Winter, as if the sun is ever rising here to keep us company."
I chose not to comment on his eyes. Though, looking back, I wish I had.
In truth, I did not know what to say. He just was no longer my Uncle. He was a king, whom I secretly loved. Or maybe it was a just a maidenhood infatuation, I no longer know.
"Would you ride out with me Bess? We could go to the forest."
There he went with it again, that fond look in his eye which conveyed more feeling than the love of an Uncle. I diverted my gaze and head downwards, I could not help but smile shyly and nod in modest approval.
He looked at me with a comforting sense of charm and gratitude as he took off his coat to place 'round my person.

The snow was not so deep that day, nor was it as cold as most English winters, but the horses still gave a refusal to emerge from their stalls.
The Squire boy was barely able to get Dicken's Dresdier out. As the other tried to nudge mine own, the King stopped him.
"No, no he Lady Elizabeth shall ride with me."
He mounted the War-Horse and reached for my hand.
For a moment I stood hesitant but all the same offered it to him slowely. Effortlessly he pulled me up. I was reminded of that Spring Day thirteen years before. My first liberation of the confines of that hell and it was from he.
The horse was off. I held to his back and in adoring I rested my head on his left shoulder. I wished to kiss his back as I clung to his chest. Caress the bare skin with my lips all up and down.
I was careful not to put too much pressure on his right side. Though, I did so much wish to rub the tension out from it. But, trying not to give way to my feelings of lust, I turned my mind from it.
I forced myself to think of the sin it would in the eyes of God and also Poor Decaying Anne.
"They said he was a ******* ," her words loomed in my mind. "Born from your Grandmother's Infidelity." Sickeningly I wanted to believe it in that moment, if only to lay with Dicken. He'd still be my Uncle, but, half...and maybe...maybe that was less shameful in some strange way. I inhaled the frosty air into my nostrils and settled myself to the sound of the horse's hooves trotting on the snowy ground, the only other sound was the soft wind.
We were journeying deeper into the wood, and I pulled the hood up my hood.
I didn't know just how far in we were, but when we had stopped, we sat there for a bit.
He tied the reigns to a branch, and offered his arm. I took it respectively. We did not stroll as King and Maid, we strolled as one. We walked until we could no longer hear the black Dresdier's grunts.
We made small talk and jests along wherever we were going. We didn't have one particular place in mind, but suddenly he stopped me. as if by chance, I was closely between him and an oak.
"Bess," he said. "You are so beautiful, a thousand angels may very well fall for a face like that."
"You flatter me Your Grace." I said. "But it would seem that my face is red and not pale as a beautiful woman's should be." I didn't know what else to say, and he gave an amused sound. He parted a strand of my hair behind my ear.
He was coming against me and the tree was behind, but even if it hadn't of been would I have protested so? No, it would have been worse had he had me on the ground.
"R..Richard.." I whispered in trepidation.
"Yes Elizabeth?" His own whisper was lighter and full of confidence.
"D...do you...?"
"Love you? Yes, I do, and I can no longer fight what I feel, I have hated myself for it, I have abused myself over it. Even moreso for what I did to Cecily, 'twas selfish and cruel of me. But you, oh...Bess...I know what I have with thee is true.
"She does so return your feelings." I replied trying slightly to make my break.
"And do you?" He asked, his arms wrapped around me tighter, his breathing was becoming deeper and more rapid.
"I...I think it is..." And then he kissed me. I tried my hardest to refuse.
"Dicken...Dicken..." I said.
"No, no, shhh...Bess...Shhh... He was nuzzling my neck gently with his mouth and stripping me at once. Down to my dress, my underdress, and then to my kirtle.
I became numb with passion, but I knew it had to stop.
"I have never before given my virtue," I spoke.
"Then I shall be the first to enjoy you," he replied breathlessly.
"Your Grace...." I thought it would make him stop. He was now caressing the nape of my bosom.
"No...No...Richard..."
"Bess...Bess please, I love you so much..." His whispers trailed. I could feel his hardness on my thy.
'I love you Dicken,' I wanted to say. 'I love you so very much too.' But, the thoughts of the vengeful damnation of God, and my own nerves would allow this.
But then, I remembered, as if in a flash. When my little brother had bid us farewell. How could I have known I would never see him again? How could this man, whom I loved as my Uncle let it happen? Sweet little Richard came to mind, his golden curls and plump red cheeks that day.
My heart filled with rage and I pushed him from me with a great aggression not known or even permitted women.
He tumbled back, his look aghast and shocked. I remember not how my own face appeared perhaps consternation more then anything. I was still too hot from the encounter to notice the cold.
His face broke out in tears and he collapsed.
"Elizabeth...Elizabeth..Forgive me I could not stop. He was holding his face in his hands sobbing.
I just stared at him. My heart filled briefly with sympathy.
"Bess!" He cried. "My son is dead, and my Wife is soon to be lost to me... I..I've lost everything Bess...Everything.."
My own eyes now wetted for his plight, but almost at once, I felt myself bitter again. I came towards him, kirtle and under garments still exposed. I reached my hand out, as if to comfort him like a Mother to her child, but..no...I thought of Edward and Richard and I could not. Even if he had not stuck the blade within them, their blood was still his. He had murdered my brothers.
'Two lives for two lives.' I thought in the deepest rage that has thus ever come over me in my life and which scared me a great deal. I walked away, back towards the castle. I would not allow myself to be taken to ride with him back. Even in the cold, I would find my way. Bare armed, I strode proudly perhaps like Diana from Aectaeon. I certainly felt as cold as the Roman Goddess.
I felt a deep shame then, I thought of Cousin Edward, deceased and of Queen Anne about to die so soon.
He was still huddled and weeping when I turned back. The depth of the pain of seeing him thus was too much, I gave a sad look, sighed and walked on, the snow crunching beneath boots.
I know not how I had come to find myself back, I had dressed myself and the sun was almost completely set.
The cold made a welcomed crispness upon my face as the wind began to blow softly. Waving the blue flags on the towers of Westminster. The ferocious white bore waved as if it were in pursuit in tune with the gusts. I glared and spat as if by aiming for it. 'This is not your Kingdom Uncle.' I thought. I wouldn't allow myself to feel the grief of him lying there crying, though if I should have wanted to, I could have. But then, that was it, then it would never close.
I swallowed my hurt for him and myself as I entered.
The awkwarness of being customarily bowed to as I entered became too overwhelming in the moment.
"I am no longer your Princess!" I yelled violently at the elderly serving maid who had taken it upon herself to do so. I instantly regretted it. Had I known her three years ago? Had she known me? She walked quickly on in fear, and then I berated myself in mind. How could I yell at another creature as her like that?
The castle was lit so dim but the warmth could not compare, and I let my numbness be gone from it.

The first thing I saw when I had entered Cecily and I's bedchamber, was the portrait of Papa. I wanted to weep. I loved him so much, but how could he have done this? Made me a ******* , and then just die at the age of forty one!? My mind could not conceive it...
I went to the chest and undressed affront the mirror. Had I gotten taller? I hoped not. My breasts certainly had not grown larger. I wasn't even looking at Cecily on the opposite end who was sewing at a swift and aggravated pace. But, she was looking at me, glaring in fact with envy in her cat-green eyes.
"I saw you today you know." She said. I didn't reply I was in no mood for one of her tantrums, even if she was in this moment entitled to it.
"So," she chuckled. "Did you do what he likes?" and put her fist to her tongue now swirling in a licking motion. She sneered now with a smile.
"Your mouth knows no restraint." I replied and began to make my bed for sleep.
"Well, Bess, I will tell you that just because you have his **** does not mean you have his love, he'd give it to anyone, but his heart is one difficult to obtain."
"All right Cecily," I replied now irritated with my sister.
"Oh, what am I saying?" She scoffed curtly. "You are too ugly to be wed, even Mama herself said you should be a nun. The only man whom shall ever love you is Christ anyway. And that was it, I turned and leapt upon her like a wild woman. The sound of the slap I struck upon her cheek satisfied me well, and she began to scream.
She pulled my hair, and I held her down, now almost banging her head on the wall beneath us. She couldn't escape my strength and she knew that which made her cry tears of frustration.
"Now listen to me Cecily!" I yelled. I wanted to express for the fiftieth time how it was not my choice to be betrothed to the French Prince and her to the Scottish Duke and that it had nothing to do with our father's biased affection. But it would have made no difference and so I simply said in an exasperated tone.
"I do not want him, you may have him if it is your wish.."
I released my grip after the surprise had worn off, she began to moan in anguish. I drudged along to my bed, and felt my heart give way now thoroughly. After I had slipped in, I rolled to my side away from her. Her howls and laments merely feet from me now inspired a deep sorrow within myself. If I could not let myself feel sadness for the plight of Richard, I could certainly feel it for Cecily and silently the tears rolled down my cheeks that my sister should feel this ache due to him.
I fell asleep uneasily as I grasped my pillow thinking of Papa.

Fin. For now.


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posted March 27, 2017 07:28 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for mirage29     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
woot woooot ... I'm such a fan here, Whitewitch!

That 'teaser' at the end (your mom's interruption) was adorable.

And, if I could say this out loud, I HOPE your uncle was not inappropriate with you at the delicate teen years you wrote this. IF he did, I'm sooo sorry that happened to you. It's NOT the place for an older male relative to 'take advantage' of the age and hormones of a young and special girl!
I don't care 'how' horny you got! That was a Boundary Issue, and was wrong-- (if it happened).

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posted March 28, 2017 01:48 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Randall     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Good writing!

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posted March 29, 2017 01:40 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Ayelet     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
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posted April 01, 2017 09:33 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Pearlty     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote

Well crafted!

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posted April 10, 2017 05:23 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for whitewitch111     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Thank you all so much! It is interesting you say that, since at the time I wrote this, I had a strange encounter with my Uncle.

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posted April 10, 2017 05:30 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for mirage29     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
How did that go?... I hope things are well with you.

Venus retrograded back into Pisces, and conjuncts Chiron Pisces. Healing wounds from the past. Bringing people back from our pasts.

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"Ah! My Lady Daughters!" She declared.
She was sitting in an arm chair, not like the daugher of a lowely Earl, but as the Queen she had been. Her posture erect upon the chair as if she were sitting on a throne. Appearances, always. It reminded me of being a child again.
But this time, I knew the reason was not the same and I felt my stomach churn. She was doing this, she was actually doing this? The man who had by serious neglect, murdered her children? It has always and will always shake me to my deepest core.
Katherine, was trying hard to hide her hypertivity, if not for one of Mama's harsh glances and this time it may have been a shriek of her rageful scorn. Bridghid was sitting on the floor calmly but smiling and Anne, oh...she had grown! She was becoming so beautiful. Nine years old and she was the spitting image of Papa. I knew she would be a thin wasted woman, but she was truly the mot beautiful thing I had ever seen, because she was a female King Edward in all sense of his features. She was wearing a red gown with the sleeves large where her hands would be. Her head was into a book leaning down and they hung elegantly to reveal her slim wrists. Though she did not look up, I smiled at her, my calm sister, my favorite sister.
"Bridghid why don't you give thy sisters the presents you have brought them."
"Merry Christmas Bess and Cecily!" My four year old sister boomed.
'Oh you are a cheeky woman,' I thought in half insulted, half charmed manner. I was exited to see what Mama had gotten me now, for all my complaints of my Mother, she bought me many beauticious things.
I unwrapped the blue satin trimming from off the purple bag, and what dangled affront my face was truly elegant, something, an Queen, nay, an angel might wear. It would drape all about my lower neck and encrusted in it were black jewels, but what could they have been of? I did not know jewels could be black before that day and the way the fire cast a glow on them filled me with enchantment.
Cecily's was golden, with red ruby's carved in it. It wrapped around her neck beneath her chin, and ended in a triangular type motion at her chest to compliment her large bosom and clevage. Still, it was apparent that mine was the more costly of the two. I was glad Cecily didn't notice. I didn't want another sleepless night of fighting.
"Thank you Bridghid!" I declared and knelt down to rub her nose with mine own.
"How much did you pay for them?" I looked at my Mother now in a bit of bitterness.
"Actually, Bridghid paid for them," the scowl came now. "You know with the money Dartsmouth Abby so graciously provides us with. A great decision of your father's to promise Bridgid for the church." I sighed. I knew the pense from Cecily and I wasn't enough for Mama, it was apparent that she was still angry about having to let her Wardrobist go. 'By God how hard is it to select your own garments, I wanted to say, but didn't.
I was very transfixed by my necklace though, so I indulged.
"Where, do these come from?" I asked.
"Ah," shone my Mother's face, "they come from a land that Rome calls Ethiopia, they are diamonds Bess, but black diamonds, only the best for my daughters. "Bridghid, Anne, Katherine, why not you girls tell Cecily how pretty she is?" And pulled me aside knowing well Cecily wouldn't notice basked in the attention.
"I have heard talk that he looks at you," she said quietly. "But not as he does her. Anne Neville's not long any fool can see that." I was more insulted that she should refer to her still with her last name. Indeed, mine Aunt was no longer beneath my Mother.
"So?" I said.
"So, Bess, what have I always taught you? And you wouldn't see the little ones to Bedlam would you?"
"He wouldn't allow that, even if he did marry the Portugeze Princess, he wouldn't allow it."
"But here is the thing Bess, he's not going to marry a Portugeze Princess, he's going to marry you."
I laughed. "No, no he isn't."
"Yes, yes he is." And there was an urgency in her voice for me to understand.
"But then they do not end up to Bedlam either way, and I don't care how much pense you need." I turned from her. Thank God Katherine and Cecily were now in a loud game of play.
"Does he tell you nothing!" She demanded firmly.
"What?"
"Richmond's in France, he's got the French on his side! You stupid ***** ! She whispred and yelled it. "You seriously can't think Charles and Margaret can hold him off in Burgundy. What's Burgundy got against France Bess!!?" She demanded.
"The Welsh man, Henry Tudor? No, he's not a claim compared to Dicken." I could have thought anything besides that.
"But he's the French on his side." I was rightly tired of learning more and more how the French play the English as poppets.
"Then send Cecily, she loves him."
"But you are the elder daughter, Bess. She lifted my chin and I slapped it gently away.
"And you would make a better Queen then Cecily could anyway." She said. I knew what she meant.
I looked into the mirror though. The necklace was beautiful.
In no way would I have ever married Dicken. 'Mayhap I should just send myself to a nunnery and be done with it. That way Mama can have all the money she needs and wants, but then I would no longer be able to wear such beautiful things.'
"Let us just be merry." I whispered to her, and she nodded. We smiled at my sisters, they were mine too and she did not mind it.

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Mama left the following day. Leaving Anne, Katherine, Brigid as three more Lady's to the Queen. It was actually very tender for me to see it. Dicken was firm that he should take his nieces in, but that he would not employ them and it stung Mama a bit I think. Still, she already knew what she was doing. And the thought was disgust at its finest.
Though I suppose papal dispensations have been granted for more obscure bonds.
It filled my heart with joy though to see Aunt Anne with my younger sisters. And because of them our relationship began to heal, slightly. And as always there was Cousin Neden to cling to her, and he had even stopped wetting himself.
"Now Anne Plantagenet," Aunt Anne said, combing my sister's hair.
"A long loose big braid for you." She wrapped it in sky blue silk." She had made it loose appearing it large, and yet tight.
I wished I could do hair as well as her. I still do. Aunt Anne had a way of crocheting hair, though I always thought it so beautiful how she wore her own loose and free.
Anne joined Cecily and I in our but Brigid and Katherine were happy to sleep in the adjoining room to the Queen's with Nedan. I'd never seen her Grace in such high spirits. She even helped Brigid and Katherine to sew.
"Here?" Brigid would ask.
"No, no Brigid, cross stitch, not the bow."
And it did most definitely calm Katherine. And now she had a friend to play with to expel her energy.
And yet, for all the joy the children brought the atmosphere of it all was queer.
For how had the happiness come about? By my Mother's intent to marry me to mine own Uncle. Still, Papal Dispensations have been granted for more obscure bonds, I do suppose. But, she was such a firm believer that Dicken had arranged the murder of her sons? Ah, I had always known her, but this was something new.
Aunt Anne knew my Mother's plans were not mine own, but I knew she was still upset with me, and I prayed in mine heart every day that she would live and become well and even bear Dicken a beautiful baby boy to replace Edward, an heir. But the words of my Mother struck me, if Richmond was truly in France, rallying an army then of course there would be no way Charles and Margaret could hold that off. Why hadn't Dicken told me?

"Should you wish me to leave?" I asked Aunt Anne.
"I don't think I should." She put it in such a sad way that I looked down in shame.
And she glumly applied her cosmetics knowing well that it was either worse to put it that way to me, or because after everything we had both seen in our lives, this was nothing too fatal and should just be forgotten.
Later that night, let alone with six year old Katherine she spoke to me; "Queen Anne is a sad woman Bess," in a matter of fact way.
"I know she is Katherine." I replied.
"I hear her cry at night Bess, she utters Edward's name."
I felt mine own eyes water. "Oh, she does, does she?" I said. So her eyes were not red due to her failing health. And my sister nodded.
Dicken's visits to her chambers became fewer and fewer, and Cecily was gone a lot now again. It wasn't that he stopped loving her, he had never stopped loving her, but he could not stand to see her in such a state, knowing well there was a chance that the next day there would no longer be a possibility to hold her in his arms and I so think he just tried to get himself used to the idea.
I sobbed that night. Aunt Anne wasn't going to get better. Edward's death was just too much, there was nothing in the world that could have kept her alive. My prayers changed to her happiness.
"Let her leave in peace Lord Jesus." I uttered and crossed myself before bed.

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Christmas, 1484

Silver is a strange color. Elegant, but with black, it truly is something only a seraphim could wear. I selected a silver dress, wide sleeved, Anne had taught me to simply adore this style. It was low cut like a V, but the silk sleeves held tight to my upper shoulders.
Anne was wearing a red dress, sleeves like mine, ruby's encrusted in the bands. I put a red carnation in her hair.
"You should wear one too Bess." She said.
I took her advice and picked a white rose from off my chest and shook mine head.
"No, my hair is golden, it looks silly."
I applied the belladonna dark, I had begun to like the thick and dark look more then the popping of the eyes in a natural state.
Anne laughed.
"You look like a corpse!" She chided.
"And thou do look like a she-demon and I nuzzled her.
I brushed the powdered white talcum on her cheeks and applied dark crushed night shade on her lids.
I marveled. "You look like a nymph.
"Nymph?" She inquired.
"Papa used to read to me a book entitled the 'The Odyssey.' They are feminine spirits of the wood. Beautiful, and alluring."
Her eyes widened, "do you think there are such things Bess?" She was at that age between adolescence and childhood and her questioning was not so innocent as it was philosophical.
"I should think, Anne, there are things in this world that mayhap we cannot understand, after all did not the Maid of Lorraine free France after hearing voices of the Holy St. Margaret?"
She shrugged. "You're still prettier then me."
"Speak not such foolish things," and I hooked the gold chain around her neck.
I wore mine hair loose behind mine ears. I extinguished the first candle and observed Anne and I in the mirror.
The flames flickered devilishly beautiful upon the black diamonds and my neck.
"We are nymphs then?" Asked Anne, the firelight looked much better upon her personage.
"Or something close to it," I replied.

People stared at us as we passed them in the hall. I reveled in it. I had done a great art by dressing Anne and I as such. We were both tall as well, so I did not feel awkward of my stance nor movements.
We entered the great hall, and it seemed that I'd maybe overdone myself for the festivities. The other women were not wearing such a tight garment to hug to their midriffs and most of them with bodices, not loose like mine.
Still, it didn't seem to bother anyone too much. Save, Aunt Anne who would occasionally take glances. Did she think I was trying to seduce the King with such a dress? I sighed.
"Come Anne, let us join a dance."

"How Now my Royal Lady Cousins!" I heard a familiar voice perk up. I knew who it was.
"How now Dear ******* Cousin John!" I replied jovially. I'd not seen him in such a time, he made sure to partner with Anne and I in a triad dance.
He was twelve now.
"Do you've story's of Calais?" I inquired. "None but rumors you need not concern yourself with." He replied. At thirteen ******* Cousin John was quite a stocky and tall figure.
Maybe ******* Cousin John and Dicken hadn't even heard I began to think. You could never know what was true and what was not in those times. What with Henry Tudor's Mother the wife of Lord Stanley, Duke of Bedford.
I would ask him later.
I peered over to see Cecily on Dicken's lap. She was laughing at one of his jokes and he was as well. He swirled a goblet affront her face and then swiftly, yet gracefully put it to her lips and tipped it downward. It was sickening to watch them pretend as if it were silly Uncle and Niece play. Even more so that the Queen sat but ten from them.
Dicken and I locked stares for a brief moment, but he turned his head and kissed Cecily's forehead. She hadn't noticed.
If he was trying to accomplish an envy in me of my sister to him, it certainly did work.
I shook mine head and left. I could feel his eyes burning into my back watching me stride across the Great Hall. It was true to say, I basked in it and went even slower as if to accent it. The only thing with depth I felt anymore.
I went out amongst the snow and watched it fall. 'The world is silent in Winter.' I thought, and walked to the top of the Castle to the Chapel, the seventy two hour Christmas Mass transpiring there.

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