Isabella has never been one of my favourite queenies, but, dunno why, here I would send her gladly with Margaret Beaufort to sail to Ireland to see its green fields. If possible, in a ship named Titanic and painted deep white.
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Is Richard purposely deflecting, or is he naive about his brother's antics?
Yeah, this will end well...
The latest episodes appear to be all about rumours. Juicy rumours. Well done, @coz1.
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Man I really need to start writing ck again. Now CK2 is 'done' and there's an endless mode, I just might...
I haven't really played EUIV except for the tutorial base game Castille in 2016 I think? So personal unions might not be as powerful and reliable as they used to be but if they are, England and one of the two Spanish realms forming a PU in a decade or less is monumental in regards to alt history and potential power synergy. The Spanish have the experienced renaissance armies, the English have experienced renaissance armies, and a big navy too. Prime allies for colonialism.
I haven't really played EUIV except for the tutorial base game Castille in 2016 I think? So personal unions might not be as powerful and reliable as they used to be but if they are, England and one of the two Spanish realms forming a PU in a decade or less is monumental in regards to alt history and potential power synergy. The Spanish have the experienced renaissance armies, the English have experienced renaissance armies, and a big navy too. Prime allies for colonialism.
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Looks like Richard needs a pair of them there eyeglasses that's all the rage in Italy and parts of Europe. Or is he too vain?
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Nothing much to add, this is a clear tragedy in the making and no-one is really trying hard enough to stop it.
It's enough to make one look longingly at Warwick to come along and sort it all out...
It's enough to make one look longingly at Warwick to come along and sort it all out...
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Nothing much to add, this is a clear tragedy in the making and no-one is really trying hard enough to stop it.
It's enough to make one look longingly at Warwick to come along and sort it all out...
Tell everyone what's going on in the middle of high table dinner and then kill himself.
That should do the trick.
Eh, it’ll be fine. Edmund does not have mud for brains unlike the vast majority of the dramatis personae so far, and Isabella, if she is anything at all like her historical personality, does not tolerate problems - she kills or otherwise neutralizes the problems and expels their families to the ends of the earth.
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Which of course leads to Warwick. As @El Pip sussed out some time ago, this one will play a very close to historical role. I know why but I'm not sold on how yet. Slight spoiler?
It has taken me a week to hold that back!!
Side hustle - I really, really enjoy the performances of Tim Curry. The gif image you see above is a brilliant example. Those eyes!! He played a demon in Legend, a clueless butler in Clue and the iconic role in Rocky Horror. Countless others. I just love the guy!
I promise to reply tomorrow after a second read.
I have some good idea where I want to take it. We shall see.
I will not say that this is daunting, but I do still have about...half???...of this work finished???!!!
To all - Gracious thanks for all of your comments this past week! It was fun to answer them all!
I appreciate everyone catching up to my now glacier pace (who am I copying now? ) and I want to end the chapter closely enough to the last portion of it. I really did write this out (each portion) in short time but have added these last 2 scenes when things sped up at work. I hope I "landed it" as intended. This is about the time in the work when I had to do a major reconfiguration because things go off script. It was questioned early on if I would travel the journey we know of this history. I was disabused early on because history does not necessarily repeat, but it may rhyme.
Hey!! It's the middle ages! What mischief there is to be had?!
Next scene arrives in a moment and ends the chapter...
This was rather the reception I was hoping for.
I do like a good story.
I must say here...I do hope that I am doing my best with her Spanish/Castilian given that I want her to have agency and while I could us a lot of italics to press that with her language, I decided to just use it without attribution. Perhaps like she might? Dunno if it works, but that is the way that I write her.
I may not say that I am doing justice to it, but I've read a lot about this period. I am certain that some of the relationships are and may remain unclear. Titles and such. Those that enjoy Kingmaker may have some idea.
Which of course leads to Warwick. As @El Pip sussed out some time ago, this one will play a very close to historical role. I know why but I'm not sold on how yet. Slight spoiler?
It is Isabella. She likes to tease. Of course!
I truly hope so!
...PATION!
It has taken me a week to hold that back!!
Side hustle - I really, really enjoy the performances of Tim Curry. The gif image you see above is a brilliant example. Those eyes!! He played a demon in Legend, a clueless butler in Clue and the iconic role in Rocky Horror. Countless others. I just love the guy!
And thank you! This allows a moment to plug your amazing ending to The Sons of Ragnar Lodbrok: In the Shadow of the Great Old Ones. I'll not spoil it, but a certain monk we like in this work showed up!
I promise to reply tomorrow after a second read.
This is an excellent thought. There will likely always be a comparison by contemporaries. This is the recent past.
Something touching you the wrong way?
Probably a little of both? He has been a bit of a confounding character since I really started to write for him on purpose. He remains young and so many of these readers have "ideas" about him.
I have some good idea where I want to take it. We shall see.
And more rumors shall follow.
I do promise that what you will read for the rest of this AAR is a game, should you choose to do so. It is a game played by the characters. So...maybe?
And...only a 100 more to go.
I will not say that this is daunting, but I do still have about...half???...of this work finished???!!!
Likely so, but he has a chance to get a pair or two (you need 2! Or more!!) when he gets to Normandy and France proper.
You called it. Yet how?
That would not be Kingmaker-like.
Now I believe that you have checked my girl. She is a new player in town and the cast is changing. A lot of people do think that Edmund has shit for brains but maybe he doesn't? And who knows what these other siblings do?
To all - Gracious thanks for all of your comments this past week! It was fun to answer them all!
I appreciate everyone catching up to my now glacier pace (who am I copying now?
) and I want to end the chapter closely enough to the last portion of it. I really did write this out (each portion) in short time but have added these last 2 scenes when things sped up at work. I hope I "landed it" as intended. This is about the time in the work when I had to do a major reconfiguration because things go off script. It was questioned early on if I would travel the journey we know of this history. I was disabused early on because history does not necessarily repeat, but it may rhyme.Hey!! It's the middle ages! What mischief there is to be had?!
Next scene arrives in a moment and ends the chapter...
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Westminster Abbey, April 1466
It had been more than twenty years since the last royal wedding held such great import. And the parallels were plain even in their differences. Though before it was a young King in need of a bride and thus a potential future for the realm, this time it was a secured succession and the future looked very bright indeed. And yet, here was a twenty three year old Prince about to wed a fifteen year old Princess of another foreign royal house meant to cement an alliance precisely as it had been between King Henry and Margaret of Anjou.
While those poor forlorn creatures were far away from this event, Henry to his Tower and Margaret to her own Anjou, the throng of nobles attending the abbey at Westminster this day numbered every single magnate of the realm from Black William Herbert, Earl of Pembroke to the Queen’s brother, the Earl of Kent. The list in between was long. Barons of all colors, those newly made and those of long standing craned their necks to spy this Castilian Princess as she was presented. As did Earls and Viscounts and most especially the Dukes of the realm.
The King had made certain of it. He had spared no expense to the chagrin of his exchequer given that war was soon to be joined once more in France. Yet Richard would have it be a thing done well and beamed as he stood front and center with the Archbishop of Canterbury to his one side and the Archbishop of York to his other. And before him stood his son, Edmund Duke of Bedford and Prince of Wales.
Joined to his left and right by Prince George and Prince Richard, Edmund tried to smile, “How long does it take?”
“She does take her time,” George answered in a hushed voice.
Young Richard followed, “She would wish to present in all of her finery, brother. It should be worth the wait.”
“I suppose you have seen her in all of her finery as well...” George countered with irritation, “...given that you were allowed her escort into London.”
“Do not be jealous, Georgie,” Edmund suggested quietly.
Their father the King hushed them all, “Attend, sirs!”
That they did as did every single member present as the wide doors were opened and the vision that was Princess Isabella of Castile took step before them in a white brocaded gown of silk with a long train and a thin layer of lace covering her face as a veil. She was escorted by the Earl of Warwick who grinned as he walked her past the great nobles of the land, many of whom held higher place in the peerage.
By custom, it might have been the young Duke of Buckingham, Henry Stafford who stood next to his cousin Sir Stafford and his wife Lady Margaret Beaufort. Yet his age was prohibitive for the picture King Richard wished to present. Or it might have been the Duke of Norfolk, John de Mowbray, yet here too Richard had seen fit to allow his young Duke to take charge of the security of the event with the Earl of Worcester Tiptoft. There may even have been the rare event of the Duke of Exeter showing his face not seen since his capture, but Henry Holland was not the sight this King wished for those in attendance and poor Exeter languished not far from the former King in the Tower instead allowing Anne, Duchess of Exeter to stand for them both.
These were all close affiliations to the crown and blood royal, but King Richard offered a sop to the Earl of Warwick who did remain his nephew and may be placated by his great status on this day. To his credit, Richard Neville showed his appreciation and stepped tall as he led this bride to her intended.
Isabella herself was lithe, petite and beautiful to all that spied her and the awe of the crowd was punctuated by some few gasps at her regal stature and brilliant appearance. None more so than the King himself as he smiled wide and finally bade them formally bow before him.
“My Lords and Ladies, here be the future of this Kingdom!” he stated as he took the step down and held out his hand, “Rise my Lady Isabella, Princesa of Castile and take the hand of my son, Prince Edmund of House Plantagenet and heir to the crown of England.”
She was coy under her veil yet Richard could see her grin when she asked, “Shall I find protection by your son this Prince, my Lord King?”
Richard gestured with his other hand to pull Edmund forward, “Here I give to you this great Prince and promise both mine own and his.”
She reached out to hold at Richard’s hand as she stood and the King pulled them together, “Let this union under Almighty God be blessed and fruitful!”
As he backed away and left Edmund and Isabella to stand before the Archbishops, she offered a slight laugh. The Prince was unsure but leaned close with a whisper, “It is too much pomp and circumstance, I am afraid.”
“Es perfecto,” she whispered in reply and bowed her head as the prelates began their invocation.
From King to Queen Cecily, their children all noble though Margaret was still at peril in Champagne, to the Dukes and Earls and Barons and Knights and powerful merchants all invited...to a one they witnessed this event with great joy. Though at odds with one another, the Archbishop of Canterbury Bourchier who had done as much as anyone to make Richard of York King despite his misgivings played proudly with the Archbishop of York George Neville who was Lord Chancellor. They shared in the duties and took turns asking the questions of these two before God and all present.
As each one was answered in the affirmative, finally the Archbishop of Canterbury begged them to kneel and the Archbishop of York presented a public prayer. King Richard stepped behind them as tall as he might and prayed with them. When it was done, he pressed his hands to their heads and said his own silent words before turning to the crowd, “Let all of those that are witness to this great event never allow it to be torn asunder. The Almighty God has blessed this union and we...England…are preserved by His greatest gift! The power of Christ shows forgiveness and our adherence to the word of God everlasting! Rise all that stand to this chamber and show your love for this great couple for they are our future as God has ordained!”
Edmund and Isabella were the perfect picture as they were led by a procession of Dukes and Earls through the abbey with Warwick as their guide. Soon followed by King Richard and Queen Cecily, Duchess Anne and Duchess Elizabeth and her husband the Duke of Suffolk and then George and Richard, the rest of the nobility joined them to the great hall at Westminster. Here was a night awaited by many but none more so than King Richard himself.
As he sat the high table and smiled at the festivities, Cecily leaned over with a grin, “You have seen it done, husband.”
“A wonderful day,” he replied with a rare smile.
She leaned closer, “And so now, you will go off to war once again?”
“Would you wish to be rid of me so soon as that?” he laughed as he gave her a gentle kiss.
Cecily brushed at his face, “Never, sir. I should not know my life without you.”
The music and dancing before them was raucous and the Duke of Norfolk stepped to the high table and bowed, “My Lady...would you care to join the roll?”
Queen Cecily admonished him with a flirtatious grin, “You mistake me for a younger Lady, my Lord.”
“There is naught more beautiful than you, Your Grace,” Norfolk held his bow yet raised his head with his own grin, “For the Rose of Raby holds no equal.”
“You impish little boy!” she replied with a laugh, “You would take your charms elsewhere, sir.”
Richard too offered a slim smile, “Indeed, my Lord. You would enjoy yourself this night for we are soon off again to the wilds of France.”
“I should never wish anything other,” Norfolk stood tall, “And yet...we are soon to the bedding.”
Edmund heard him as he sat with Isabella, “I think that none of your business, sir.”
“Is it not?” Isabella laughed as she winked at the Duke, “Is that not the custom to here? Who does not wish to see such congress?”
Norfolk bowed again, “I shall not be spy...unless I am allowed.”
The hall had grown to a near hush even as the music played and all looked to the high table. Edmund adjusted his tunic and answered, “I think it be no business of anyone what I now do with my Lady wife. She remains young...”
Prince Richard sat near and gave nod, “La Princesa would be chaste.”
“That is not what we wish to see here,” Prince George followed his brother with a grin, “Is it not right to ensure the union?”
Edmund allowed his eyes to scan the hall and saw both Lady Elizabeth Grey with her father Lord Rivers but so too Lady Margaret Beaufort, “I should leave it to her youth and naught but those interested...which it is to her and myself...to witness the union made. God has seen it and will. Let us have cheer and naught else.”
Black William Herbert stood to the side and shouted, “It would be a cheer to see another Prince made, my Lord!”
Many others joined in and soon the crowd erupted into a chant, “Bedding! Bedding!! Bedding!!!”
King Richard finally stood and held out his arms, “You shall see what all desire. Indeed...let us follow this through.”
“Husband...” Cecily quietly whispered but he did not hear her.
“Let us all be witness to this great union!”
Isabella laughed, “Sí! We have waited long enough! Am I married or not?!”
“Are you certain?” Edmund leaned to her.
The Castilian Princess stood and smiled to everyone despite the disapproving eye of her Ambassador, “We are now Princess of England and is it not our duty to make Kings?”
A great cheer erupted from the hall and Edmund’s mates soon took him over and began to strip off his clothing. Norfolk to one side and Suffolk to the other, they dragged him along with his younger brothers following. George was especially interested but young Richard less so.
The Ladies of court were no less interested and at each step, Isabella relished it when they stripped her from her veil, her train and eventually her dress. To the Prince’s chamber they were led and handmaidens washed her skin as she stood before them all in nothing but her shift with great pride and no shame.
Edmund was the opposite as he was tossed into the chamber half naked himself. Norfolk and George especially cheered him on, “A bed...a bed!”
The King and Queen followed and stood over them but it was young Richard that held to his father’s tunic, “Papa...enough. Let them be in the eyes of God and naught else. She is too young.”
The King surprised himself when he looked to Lady Beaufort standing diligently by the Queen’s side with a sad eye and announced, “Enough!!”
“Father?” George did not wish to hear it, “It is time! Ed has waited too long!”
Cecily looked to her husband and then showed a harsh glare to her son, “Your father has spoken. You would silence and hear his words.”
King Richard surveyed the room and could see the ribald nature of most. He then turned to Isabella who remained with a smile. Then he spied his son Edmund and could not help but see his worry. He did not turn when his youngest son behind him whispered, “Let them be, papa.”
There was a hush and then he finally gestured, “God alone would see this union made. We shall bask in His blessing and see it made whole. Let us retreat and trust in His mighty wisdom.”
“Yet, father...” George exclaimed again.
Young Richard pressed his older brother, “Shut up!”
Cecily ignored them and stepped to the Castilian Princess with a loving hand to her cheek, “It is the custom, dear...yet we shall not stand upon the ceremony of this. My husband speaks and we shall do. As will you. We shall check the sheets upon the morn.”
“The sheets?” Isabella questioned.
The Queen smiled as she kissed her new daughter in law’s cheek, “You will know.”
King Richard stood as tall as he might and ushered everyone from the room, “This Prince will do his duty and so will his bride. Be gone for we shall see the fruit of this union soon enough.”
“A most wise choice, Your Grace,” Warwick suggested as he stood behind and witnessed it all without word until now.
Richard did not turn in his response, “My thanks for your appreciation, sir.”
“It is right, papa,” young Richard held his father’s hand to lead him from the room.
By the King’s directive, all did leave. At the last, Lady Beaufort stopped briefly to bow before the Castilian Princess without saying a word. And then it was left to the two of them. Edmund sat to the bed half undressed and Isabella in her shift. They held a silence for quite some time.
Finally, Edmund found courage to ask, “Do you be well, my Lady?”
“¿No quiere decir, mi señora esposa?” she replied with her slight hands to her slim hips with no little amount of irritation.
“Indeed...my Lady wife,” Edmund stood and pulled what few clothes he still had around him, “Do you be well?”
“I had hope…” she replied with trepidation still learning the language, “...hoped...to be fully wed, Señor. Una novia completa.”
“And so you shall be...in time,” Edmund answered as he looked to the closed chamber door and heard those still listening as best as they were able.
Isabella stepped forward and began to pull her shift over her slender shoulders, “Do you not wish? This? Are there too many others?”
He watched as the shift fell to the floor and exposed her nubile body. Embarrassed, he moved to bring her a blanket to cover her nakedness, “You need not do this. Not now.”
She threw it off and stood proudly, “Yet if I want? What if I want it now?”
“You are precocious, Senoria,” he suggested.
“Esposa!” she demanded, “And yours! Am I not this Grey lady...this other...young thing...what is her name? Beaufort?!”
Edmund grew red in the face, “You mistake me, my Lady. I only hold to your honor.”
With no shame at all, Isabella moved to pour some wine and then handed Edmund the cup, “I do not care what you do with others. Yet if I am to be your esposa...you would not deny me what you do with them. Joven...sí. Pero soy una mujer...and you will honor me!”
The Prince looked over her naked body and could not help himself. He pulled her in and kissed her deeply. Isabella did not resist. They continued until they fell onto the bed and she began to pull off the rest of his clothes. Excited, he let her and finally they joined. She young and he still too. It was ecstasy.
In the afterglow, he was astonished. She, less so, but caressed his hair nonetheless, “Do I compare?”
“Do I?” he questioned with humor.
Isabella beat his chest with flirtatious indignation, “I have never known another!”
“Of course you have not,” he smiled and kissed her again.
She did not let it go, “You do not answer.”
“You are my...esposa...now,” he held a grin, “I suppose we shall have to make it work.”
The Princesa did not care for the answer. She sat up in the bed and covered herself with sheets in a pout, “Now I have known. It hurt, but I expected it. El dolor siempre vendrá acompañado del placer. Yet will I always have a pain?”
“I promise to love you,” Edmund rested on his elbow and gently stroked at her back.
Isabella felt a tear fall from her eye, “No me importa el amor. Yet it is you and I...the us...we two.”
He pulled her slight frame close in an embrace, “I promise.”
Wiping away her tear, Isabella looked deeply into his eyes and questioned, “Well...we are married. Ahora que?”
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Well...he's honest at least. They might be able to make it work. Esepcially if neither sleep with anyone else.
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So, it's done. Nice wrap up to the chapter. Edmund's honesty could well get him in trouble, especially if an emotionally hurt Isabella decides to look elsewhere for satisfaction.
Throughout this 100 pages of narrative, you've managed to maintain a consistent style. So I'm curious, what literary works served as your inspiration?
Thanks for the shout-out, @coz1. It was fun, and long overdue to complete.
Still waiting on that promise...
Throughout this 100 pages of narrative, you've managed to maintain a consistent style. So I'm curious, what literary works served as your inspiration?
Thanks for the shout-out, @coz1. It was fun, and long overdue to complete.
Still waiting on that promise...
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Do you think I'm setting it up that way?
I suppose I could say George RR Martin given that his SOIAF series is largely based on this period as well as the works by Sharon Kay Penman who wrote a great series of books also on some of this period. There are certain phrases or ways of speaking I take from the extant documents I've read over the years in the many histories of this time. A lot of it, however, comes from my habits and learning from writing the 4 Wessex books here on the forum (linked in sig.) They take place in an earlier age, but I do believe it assisted getting me into the mindset to write this way and that this one especially is for really just a short time in the grand scheme, I don't have to worry too much about changing customs or idioms.
I did read the final scene but then decided I wanted to go back and read the whole thing once again as I am certain there is much I missed the first time around (it was a while ago, you know.) I will get there.Thanks for the shout-out, @coz1. It was fun, and long overdue to complete.
Still waiting on that promise...
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Sharon Kay Penman. Now there's a name. Loved her Welsh trilogy and Plantagenet series. She and Cecilia Holland were two of my favourite historical authors.
At least it's not 100 pages
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I should also add as I think on the question, @Lord Durham , but also mafia films have been an inspiration. Doesn't really matter which one, but at some point during my reading over all of these years, I began to see the actions of these characters not unlike those of a mafia family or rival families. Much like my Into the West was really inspired by westerns, this one has a lot of mafia "feel" to it when I write.
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@coz1 First, Al, let me say that you've crafted a very subtle and flavorful scene there. Lots going on, many emotions at play, many considerations made by many characters, and everything in balance and nothing out of place.
King Richard, Prince Richard, George, Lady Jane Gray, Margaret Beaufort, Warwick, Isabella, Edmund, Cecily, Norfolk -- that's a HUGELY complicated scene, but very well told and each of these left their mark on the scene. We recognize their personalities -- not just what we've seen before, but they develop further, each of them, within the scene (exc. for maybe Lady Jane -- don't recall she was more than mentioned, except when she was mentioned by Isabella, and that was very interesting).
Warwick as the finally honored lieutenant who's been recognized and given an honor by the King... And he's got to be savoring that, if he can ignore the slight slight afterward. Prince Richard as the protector of Isabella. Margaret Beaufort as the unrequited love -- a simple but meaningful gesture given (curious what it will mean, in the end). King Richard finally has what he's wanted, and recognized when to leave well enough alone. Cecily also.
And somehow Exeter and Henry both had a presence simply by NOT having a presence. I do wonder what they thought about the whole thing.
Edmund is very deeply touched (scarred?) by his knowledge of what happened with Margaret Beaufort in the Tudor household. He thinks it wrong and fears to repeat it. Enough that he almost wrecked everything. Isabella had to demand her due in order to get it. But he relents and they have congress. And that story was carefully told.
Isabella may someday value Edmund's honesty, but gosh that must have stung. Fine -- we'll have a marriage of necessity, and nothing more. But there must be more -- partnership, surely -- for it to be all it can be, short of love. And maybe there will be love also. But they both -- Edmund and Isabella -- will have to grow into that. For now she's content for it to be mechanical, and she's captured and guaranteed her agency in the machine. She knows she's impressed Edmund some, and that's what she wanted. She wanted more, but time will tell. Gosh how could he not be ultimately seduced by this young Isabella's larger than life personality? Only by staying remote, I suspect.
Looking forward to more. But if this was meant to cap off a whole series of chapters leading up to this point, you've accomplished it magnificently!
Renss
King Richard, Prince Richard, George, Lady Jane Gray, Margaret Beaufort, Warwick, Isabella, Edmund, Cecily, Norfolk -- that's a HUGELY complicated scene, but very well told and each of these left their mark on the scene. We recognize their personalities -- not just what we've seen before, but they develop further, each of them, within the scene (exc. for maybe Lady Jane -- don't recall she was more than mentioned, except when she was mentioned by Isabella, and that was very interesting).
Warwick as the finally honored lieutenant who's been recognized and given an honor by the King... And he's got to be savoring that, if he can ignore the slight slight afterward. Prince Richard as the protector of Isabella. Margaret Beaufort as the unrequited love -- a simple but meaningful gesture given (curious what it will mean, in the end). King Richard finally has what he's wanted, and recognized when to leave well enough alone. Cecily also.
And somehow Exeter and Henry both had a presence simply by NOT having a presence. I do wonder what they thought about the whole thing.
Edmund is very deeply touched (scarred?) by his knowledge of what happened with Margaret Beaufort in the Tudor household. He thinks it wrong and fears to repeat it. Enough that he almost wrecked everything. Isabella had to demand her due in order to get it. But he relents and they have congress. And that story was carefully told.
Isabella may someday value Edmund's honesty, but gosh that must have stung. Fine -- we'll have a marriage of necessity, and nothing more. But there must be more -- partnership, surely -- for it to be all it can be, short of love. And maybe there will be love also. But they both -- Edmund and Isabella -- will have to grow into that. For now she's content for it to be mechanical, and she's captured and guaranteed her agency in the machine. She knows she's impressed Edmund some, and that's what she wanted. She wanted more, but time will tell. Gosh how could he not be ultimately seduced by this young Isabella's larger than life personality? Only by staying remote, I suspect.
Looking forward to more. But if this was meant to cap off a whole series of chapters leading up to this point, you've accomplished it magnificently!
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The only thing missing from the scene is a butt of malmsey for the vouyer of Clarence.
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Oh, and it is Elizabeth Grey (Elizabeth Woodville.) Jane doesn't come around for a while. Elizabeth has appeared a few times but has mostly been background. While her journey here is different from OTL, she still has a role to play.
But his story is not done nor is Henry's. We will see them both again.
And thank you!!
I very much appreciate that. I wanted to pack a lot into it and it was not easy. I had to let go of a specific POV and instead allowed it to flow between characters.
Oh, and it is Elizabeth Grey (Elizabeth Woodville.) Jane doesn't come around for a while.
Elizabeth has appeared a few times but has mostly been background. While her journey here is different from OTL, she still has a role to play.I must confess I rather lost track of Exeter for a minute there.
But his story is not done nor is Henry's. We will see them both again.As I've mentioned, much of this chapter was meant to set up new things coming up in the story. It was a bit of a swing in the narrative from the big moments of the past towards big moments that may come in the near and far future. A transition.
And thank you!!
I am starting to develop George as a fleshed out character, and while I am not entirely certain that he will follow his historical path, there may be some similarities. Whether it involves malmsey or not remains up in the air.
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Edward is an idiot isn't he? This is not just youthful inexperience, I don't think it's even arrogance, he just isn't very bright.
If there is any future battle of wits with Warwick about the throne then Edward will be going into battle unarmed. Indeed if he continues to be so ham fisted with his interactions with Isabella he could easily end up facing the two of them teaming up against him, which can only end one way.
If there is any future battle of wits with Warwick about the throne then Edward will be going into battle unarmed. Indeed if he continues to be so ham fisted with his interactions with Isabella he could easily end up facing the two of them teaming up against him, which can only end one way.
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Edmund is not his brother.
Now you have given me a wicked idea. Not saying I'll use it, but...oooohhh...
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