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Yes, I agreed with @Rensslaer on that one … a bit of a non sequitur and badly botched by the captors - letting an indestructible side-character escape like that to help engineer a later bloody vengeance on them! :p
Badly botched by the captors or the writer? ;)

Richard occasionally says or does something sensible! :D

Ahem. You have mastered some English understatement here. ;)

Reminds me of one of those “irregular adjectives”: “I am determined, you are single-minded, he is obstinate.” :D But like a stopped clock, Richard’s approach is occasionally right.
Perhaps a theme? ;)

Aha, I thought this day was coming - whether it proves fatal for him or not, the clash between sense and self-interest (or indeed the good of the realm) on the one hand against personal grievance and honour/oath on the other must eventually come to a sharp point.
There is a lot going on with Henry Beaufort/Somerset. I sometimes wonder if I have treated him fairly as a character.

And this earlier. As always, Henry comes out with the right words … eleven years too late! :rolleyes:
Only eleven? ;)

I'm a tad surprised that no Lancastrian has considered yet the first and most obvious move that the should take before anything else: to place Mag and his child in a trebuchet and send them to York with a "non-return" letter.

One problem less to care about.
Margaret struggled as they pushed her to the bucket, "Comment osez-vous? Lâchez-moi! Ahhhhh..."

Mayhap sweet justice but not likely to happen anytime soon. :D


To all - I've been a bit slower in update speed of late, but things are about to get real. It is the end of the chapter and I wanted to follow on fairly closely. Thus stay tuned for the next update. Thank you all so much for reading and giving comment!! As said in another thread recently, this place may be a playground but it is NOT a lonely one thanks to you!
 
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Caen, April 1464

Henry was fussy as his bags were packed and the Duke of Exeter tried to keep him calm, “It is but a matter of time, Your Grace. You will be found safe. I promise.”

“Why are you here?” the former King questioned as he looked to this Duke, “Would you not rather be with your wife? Your child?”

Exeter held for a moment before answering, “I would...yet my place is with you, sire.”

“Because York loves you not,” Henry replied.

“No, sire...he does not,” the Duke moved again to pack.

Henry eyed him still with a quizzical gaze, “Even though you saved his life, it is said. Why are you so unloved?”

“I could not say,” Henry Holland wasted no moment in reply.

“I could,” the former King answered, “You are unloved because you do not love yourself as God would desire. He does provide, my Lord. Yet you do not wish it.”

Exeter rushed and tried to move the King from his chambers, “I wish only to see you to safety, Your Grace.”

“Is that all?” Henry walked with him as they moved through the halls of the castle, “You would not wish to see England again? And York’s daughter?”

Holland stopped only briefly with a stern face, “I would give anything for that, sire. Everything! Yet I was not dealt that hand.”

As he pushed Henry along, the King pressed to his shoulder, “So would I. I just want to go home.”

“York would not treat you kindly,” Exeter stated as they rounded a corner.

Henry stopped him, “Yes...he would. I held a chance some few years ago...to stop all of this. Grant me the time to pray and gain all of the Almighty’s wisdom such that He may allow. Yet it has been stolen from me, sir. That is all I want. I do not wish the crown. I only wish the peace.”

“You are truly a child of God,” Exeter stopped and looked to his King with some awe, “Would that we else were all so kind.”

“It is never too late, my Lord,” Henry answered him, “I know that many think that I am a fool...addled...the mad King and all that. Yet I do see far more than I am given credit. I see your pain. I see it in my cousin. Even yon Somerset as he goes forth in mine own name. Or hers. I...I just want to see the lush countryside of England again, sir. Hold some peace for my mind. Be done with all of this other. Can you imagine it?”

Exeter felt a tear to his eye as he replied, “Every day of my life.”

“Then help me,” Henry pleaded, “Help me find that!”

* * *

The breach was growing larger near the north tower attached to the great keep in Caen. Many soldiers had been paid handsomely to clear away the rubble and Richard’s army began to rush through into the old town. It was surprisingly not much challenge. The great city had been under siege for almost a full year and those that greeted them were poor and starving. Most of the city watch and town elders held themselves still to the keep behind yet another great wall, but the people were laid bare to the English.

“Spare them!!” the King shouted as he too climbed over the stones and held his sword, “They are not our enemy!!”

The Duke of Norfolk was quick to point, “Nay, Your Grace. But they are!”

True enough, soldiers wearing the livery of Somerset emerged from the castle gates and moved to block any advance towards the bridge leading into the new town on the Ile Saint-Jean. They were hardly the numbers shown by Richard, but his soldiers were still coming through the wall breach and he stood nearly alone without his large force of knights.

“Archers!!” King Richard shouted and those at the ready did not need to be told what to do.

The first wave of Somerset’s men were cut down to a one. This did not stop them. More followed and began to push back the royal army but it did not move Richard. He stood his ground and waited, barking orders still.

“Do not let any of them cross the bridge!! Longbowmen!! Do your worst!!!”

“Your Grace! You must...” the Earl of Kent attempted to caution as he pulled up behind on his destrier but Richard held up a mailed hand.

“I’ll not leave this spot until I spy him!!”

And soon enough, his prey was at hand…

* * *

Margaret pulled Somerset close to her as she was rushed from the keep and out into the streets, “You cannot!! I need you!!!”

He did not return her embrace nor would he look at her. She stopped and pressed him even closer, “Mon cher!!!”

“Take her, brother,” Henry Beaufort said in a calm voice, “Do not stop until you are over the bridge and to the docks of the river. She must take boat downstream and swiftly.”

Edmund held the former Queen strongly and answered in the same manner, “She is right, Harry! This is a fool’s errand! Be not a martyr!”

Arrows flew overhead and many around them were struck down as the elders and wealthy fled the keep but Henry Beaufort held a peace of mind. He finally turned to Margaret and placed a gloved hand to her cheek, “I am not the martyr, madam. That man died years ago. I have only ever loved once and so shall never do again.”

She began to weep uncontrollably and Somerset looked to his brother with a shout and a stern gaze, “Take her now!!”

He did as told but Somerset’s other brothers persisted. Lord Ros was quick to answer, “She be not the only one, sir! Where is Exeter...and the King?!”

The Duke looked around with a shrug and then spied the Prince held by John, “I know not, yet take that young one with his mother. He is more than merely her child.”

“He is the Prince, Harry!” John answered, “Of course! Yet will you come with us? Eddy is right! Do not do this!”

Thomas was quick to run off as he hollered, “I’ll find the King, Harry! We’ll be right behind!”

More arrows followed and Somerset’s men began to press back towards them. The Duke held to John Beaufort’s neck, “You will do me a favor, Johnny! You will not look this way again!”

“But...” he tried to say but Somerset pushed him.

“Go!!!”

* * *

Past the postern gate, the Duke of Exeter rushed the King along with so many flooding to escape. None of them even knew that this was Henry, once King of England. Their very own King at one time. He was merely an impediment to their rescue and ignored him. Holland pushed out into the streets and immediately saw the arrows of the English longbow doing what they were built to do best.

The guns started soon after and began to bombard the new town. With hands over his ears, Henry fell to the ground in fear. He crawled a ways and huddled behind a cart, “You must save yourself, sir. You’ve taken me thus far. I can ask no more.”

Exeter felt the breeze of an arrow as it landed at his feet and trembled but he knelt to help his King, “I cannot leave you, sire. Come with me.”

As he lifted Henry, another called out, “Why do you tarry, my Lord? The King must get to safety and to the river!”

“Thomas Beaufort,” Exeter stood holding Henry, “Why are you not with your brothers?”

Thomas skewed an eye, “Why are you not, sir? We will be slaughtered if we stay!”

“We leave at the now,” Henry tried to stay calm and do the same for the young lad, “Lead the way, pray sir. We shall follow.”

Exeter leaned in to whisper, “He will not let you.”

“Let him what?” Thomas questioned as he stepped towards them.

He would not find an answer. An arrow pierced him straight through the heart and the young man stood there in shock unable or unwilling to fall. His eyes were wide. He was not but twenty and two. A lifetime ahead and Henry began to weep.

“The poor child!!”

Exeter could only watch as Thomas Beaufort finally landed with a thud to the dirt. He did not think more after that as he pulled Henry along to try and get him away from the town. They were soon outside the walls and Henry begged him to stop, “I can go no more.”

“You must!” Exeter answered.

Henry knelt to a knee and shivered as more cannon fired their shot in the distance, “You must go no more. You remain my cousin by blood and I cannot see you harmed. Fly from here, brave Holland. God will see you saved.”

Exeter helped him to stand, “Yet He may not see you saved!”

“I am saved already,” Henry answered him and shifted away.

“Your Grace...” the Duke attempted to reply but Henry ran off. When he began to pursue, he was stopped once again. This time by one he knew well.

“Henry Holland!” Lord Hastings shouted, “You would always be at the rear of action, wouldn’t you?”

Exeter held up his hands, “You don’t understand!”

“I think I do,” Hastings gestured for his men, “Seize him!”

* * *

The prey was at hand and Henry Beaufort knew it. Wanted it even. Half armored, he pressed by his men that were left and stood before them all. There in front of him...the man that had caused all of this. Richard of York in all of his glory. Yet he was just a man. And one he knew well.

“My Lord!” Somerset shouted across the street, “We could end this now...if you so wish!”

Richard stood as tall as he might in his armor, “My Lord? Do you answer to your King thusly?”

“There is but one King that I know and his name be Henry!” Somerset answered as he held up his hand to stop his soldiers.

Richard did the same, “You prove bolder than I thought your manner. It has been some time, sir. And you have been missing from court.”

“Court follows the King,” Somerset answered, “So I was taught.”

“Then you stand in court now, my Lord!” Richard stepped forward, “How do you find it?”

Henry Beaufort looked to this man that at one time in his life could have been considered a second father. If only.

“I find it...wanting!” he answered.

Richard pulled his helm from his head and stepped forward again, “So you would wish a trial by combat? Just you and I? Is that it?”

“I thought that we held that some years ago, my Lord,” Somerset stood tall, “Sadly I was mistaken as we could not find your body in the after.”

The King narrowed his brow, “I have been known to be persistent.”

“Yes...” Somerset answered, “...I know. Ned told me.”

Richard stepped forward with his sword to swing high and Somerset held strong with his own as he knelt to a knee, “You’ll have to do better than that, sir.”

“You are a welp!!” Richard cursed, “Do not take my son’s name in any ways!”

Somerset backed away and stood tall once more with calm, “No one does...my Lord. For he is dead and so they cannot.”

With a sweeping motion, Richard rushed again with his weapon and Somerset parried each thrust. He backed away once more nearly to his men before charging forth and aiming at the old man’s knees.

Richard laughed as he jumped back, “You’ve not the skill, sir. Not of my Ned. Not of mine.”

“How could I?” Henry Beaufort allowed the tip of his blade to strike the dirt, “I did not hold a father to teach me. You made certain of that some ten years ago.”

The King pulled his sword close as he held it with two hands before his face, “I did not kill your father. He died before he ever stepped foot into St. Albans.”

Somerset rushed with anger and tried to strike at the King, “You killed him with your ambition!!”

“He held enough of his own!!” Richard answered the blade with his own.

“He was protecting his sovereign!!” Somerset turned away and then back with another thrust.

Richard stepped aside before slicing at the Duke’s leg, “And you are consumed with anger. It is not me that you wish dead. It is Warwick and you know it well!”

The Duke of Somerset knelt to a knee and held to his injured leg for a time before looking up, “He is not here...sir! You are!”

“Would that he were,” Richard stood over him with a harsh glare.

“And Ned is not!!!” Somerset jumped back to his feet and tried one, two and a third strike at this King.

Richard parried each one, “How well I know!! And may be still were he not poisoned by you!!!”

“Poisoned?!” Somerset backed away in shock, “Poisoned?! Who did poison him, sir? A young man...a child even! Told only that his lot was royalty! To do the whims of his father! To bow and then serve!! Nay, my Lord...I did not poison him. You did!!”

The King pushed forward with his sword held high, “A child indeed that you did destroy! I took you into my home! Nourished you as did he at every step! And yet you could not...would not listen to any reason and...”

“And loved him!!!” Henry Beaufort shouted for all to hear, “I loved him with all of my soul!!!”

Richard held back and lowered his sword, “You are...a sad man. Sad men bleed more than others. Do you truly wish to bleed...Harry?”

“Yes!!!” Somerset screamed as he rushed Richard and swung at him in any way that he could, “Yes!!! For I shall never forget his face!!!”

Richard could only block and protect himself, “I would not either!!”

“Then why?!!” Somerset pressed more, “Why could you not protect him?!!”

In reaction, Richard found a weak spot and buried his blade into Somerset’s shoulder. It shocked even himself. Henry Beaufort listed for a moment and then fell to the ground. The King stood over him with almost sadness in his eyes and nearly bent to a knee to see if he was alright.

Lord Ros pushed through the soldiers with his own weapon to protect his brother, but Norfolk grabbed a bow and quickly shot. It was instant death. Yet Somerset lived even if he did not wish it. He pressed a hand to the bloodied shoulder yet with the other held up his blade, “How many...my Lord? How many of us must die?!”

Richard stood over him with a sad eye, “I did not...I do not wish you dead.”

“Yet I do!” Somerset swept his blade and connected with Richard’s leg.

The King shouted in pain and fell to the ground but quickly held close to Somerset’s collar and pressed his own sword near with a mean face, “Your battle is lost and all of those around you die! Is that truly your wish?!”

“Nay, my Lord,” Henry held to Richard’s collar as well in pain, “I only wish mine own. For I cannot live without him. Your son...Ned. The best of York...and you are not he!”

Richard shifted to find a sound knee and narrowed his brow, “No. And neither are you. Beaufort born and bastards you will always be. Do not speak to me about my son. I am King...my Lord. And yours will never be.”

“We are...legion,” Somerset showed a wicked smile, “And you? The last of a terrible world. Whether you wish it or no...kill me now, sir. For if you do not...I will surely kill you.”

“It saddens me,” the King struggled to get to his feet but stood as tall as he might over the Duke, “Yet you give me no other choice.”

“I give you everything that I have...that I am...” Somerset released his sword and struggled to his knees to show his neck, “...all that I might ever hope to be. For I do not wish this world. Not if you are in it and Ned is not!”

The blade that struck off his head was clean and true.

End of Chapter 24
 
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Nicely done. A chapter ends, though there's a couple of cliffhangers pending. Does Margaret escape? Where is Henry? (Actually, my guess Henry will be found in the nearest church doing what he does best these days.) The trial by combat was well executed. A nice touch had Richard removing his helmet, otherwise most of his dialogue would have been a series of mumbles :). One minor nit. Not sure about the need for the cannons. The endgame was in play; the cannons would have caused unnecessary destruction. Of course, that doesn't detract from what a great job you did.

p.s. One last thing. At what point does Margaret become superfluous to the story?
 
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@coz1 a magnificent series of scenes. Very poignant. The first scene I think most, with Henry showing more wisdom than the rest of them.

Brilliant scene with Exeter, Henry telling him “You are unloved because you do not love yourself as God would desire. He does provide, my Lord. Yet you do not wish it.”

I'm sad for Somerset -- the final scene was also excellent. But it was one of only a few places this could have gone.

Interesting that Somerset half-told his brother about his OTHER brother, but didn't successfully communicate it. Not sure whether he might figure it out someday.

I do hope Henry makes it out to safety, just not to kingship.

Great work!

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That was excellent!

Is it just me, or did Richard sound like he was willing to get rid of Warwick?

Also, is Henry considering finding Richard and surrendering to him? Would that end the conflict here, or would Margaret fight on anyway?
 
Is it just me, or did Richard sound like he was willing to get rid of Warwick?

Yeah I sensed a deal might have been made. "Look, Somerset. If you come quietly I'll set you and Warwick up in an armorer's closet and we'll see who comes out." :D

I'm starting to wonder if Richard is actually afraid of Warwick, and maybe wants him eliminated.

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I'll edit later to include comments on the most recent chapter. :)
Badly botched by the captors or the writer? ;)
Definitely the characters. They clearly haven't watched old Batman episodes, etc. :p
There is a lot going on with Henry Beaufort/Somerset. I sometimes wonder if I have treated him fairly as a character.
Well, the WotR didn't really treat too many people very well, so par for the course really. ;)
Only eleven? ;)
I thought I read the young prince was 11 years old? And that's just this instance. Of course, many others haven't been uttered ever - like "I'm divorcing you Margaret, whether the Pope likes it or not!"
 
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Thank you very much. It was quite an emotional scene (series of scenes) to write. I wanted it to be powerful and a reaction like this lets me know that it was.

Nicely done. A chapter ends, though there's a couple of cliffhangers pending. Does Margaret escape? Where is Henry? (Actually, my guess Henry will be found in the nearest church doing what he does best these days.) The trial by combat was well executed. A nice touch had Richard removing his helmet, otherwise most of his dialogue would have been a series of mumbles :).
When I began writing this chapter, I knew where I wanted to end up and then began writing backwards. I had to achieve a few things - Henry would be captured, Caen would fall, Somerset would die and Margaret would get away. See more on this below.

One minor nit. Not sure about the need for the cannons. The endgame was in play; the cannons would have caused unnecessary destruction. Of course, that doesn't detract from what a great job you did.
Certainly fair. I may have been "gilding the lily" a bit. ;) I wanted the scene to have a sense of chaos and the cannon quite literally poured it on.

p.s. One last thing. At what point does Margaret become superfluous to the story?
Perhaps not superfluous, but certainly she will start to take a back seat to other things going on. However, she still represents a threat along with a few other Lancastrians still out there. Certainly they are less than they once were.

@coz1 a magnificent series of scenes. Very poignant. The first scene I think most, with Henry showing more wisdom than the rest of them.

Brilliant scene with Exeter, Henry telling him “You are unloved because you do not love yourself as God would desire. He does provide, my Lord. Yet you do not wish it.”
I admit that certain things in my own life this past year colored how I wrote some of this. Exeter here is not so terribly different than my friend that I lost last March. Those thoughts continued to swim around in my head and much of this chapter was written during that time. As well, it just seemed to me that this is something that Henry's piety would suggest.

I'm sad for Somerset -- the final scene was also excellent. But it was one of only a few places this could have gone.

Interesting that Somerset half-told his brother about his OTHER brother, but didn't successfully communicate it. Not sure whether he might figure it out someday.

I do hope Henry makes it out to safety, just not to kingship.

Great work!

Rensslaer
In a lot of ways, this was Somerset's chapter. It is no accident that most of the longer scenes were his. He was working through a lot of pain and it took quite a bit to move through that. Again, more on that below.

That was excellent!

Is it just me, or did Richard sound like he was willing to get rid of Warwick?
Just another example of Richard's complicated emotions regarding Warwick. To be sure, there was no love lost between Richard and Edmund Beaufort, the former Duke of Somerset. However, it was Warwick's action that caused Henry Beaufort to carry this blood feud when otherwise he might have been a powerful ally (especially with his relationship with Edward.)

Also, is Henry considering finding Richard and surrendering to him? Would that end the conflict here, or would Margaret fight on anyway?
Indeed that was his consideration prior to his capture (at the start of the chapter.) Now he may get his wish. As for Margaret...she will make certain that the conflict is not over.

Yeah I sensed a deal might have been made. "Look, Somerset. If you come quietly I'll set you and Warwick up in an armorer's closet and we'll see who comes out." :D

I'm starting to wonder if Richard is actually afraid of Warwick, and maybe wants him eliminated.

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Not afraid, per se. However Warwick is not so instrumental anymore, at least to Richard. In many ways, he is just one more problem to solve.

I'll edit later to include comments on the most recent chapter. :)

Definitely the characters. They clearly haven't watched old Batman episodes, etc. :p

Well, the WotR didn't really treat too many people very well, so par for the course really. ;)

I thought I read the young prince was 11 years old? And that's just this instance. Of course, many others haven't been uttered ever - like "I'm divorcing you Margaret, whether the Pope likes it or not!"
Prince Edward is indeed 11 at the time of these events. I was commenting on your further thought - it always takes Henry a bit too long to finally come to the right words.


To all - So a few things. As regards Henry Beaufort/Somerset, I considered his actions as sort of a medieval version of suicide by cop. As was hopefully taken from his behavior in the chapter, he simply could not move past what happened to Edward and his own part that he played in it. As much as he blamed Warwick, Richard or anyone else, he blamed himself and could not get over it. Yes, he felt a strong need to uphold his oath. But he was also at wits end and this was pretty much the only way it could go.

I should also say, this chapter represents a fusion of IRL and what happened in game. IRL, Somerset would die after the Battle of Hexham. Obviously things have gone a little differently here, but I still thought it was appropriate (even if sad.) Some could say it is a bit "Turtledovish" in that he is somewhat famous for taking real life events in his alt-history and merely changing the setting. Yet for me, it seemed a natural conclusion after the journey that Ned and Harry went on. That was, of course, entirely fictional (although based on not very well founded rumors of the time.) Point being that it seemed time for his arc to end. There was little else out there for him to do emotionally or narratively. I believe it also shows the ripple effect of Edward's death in this story. While not a minor change, that event had a subtle tail that is still being felt by many.

Of course, this is not the end of the war with France. But I did not think I should try and cram it all into one chapter. There was simply too much ground to cover. In truth, I probably could have stretched it even further to really get into these characters but at some point one has to choose the highlights unless they really want to write forever. ;) Hopefully, I hit all the beats I needed to hit and this was the natural end for this particular chapter. I'm not sure how well I do in this regard, but as I have written this work, most if not every chapter has a theme to it. The theme to this chapter, as mentioned, was Henry Beaufort's journey.

Finally, I hope that I have woven the war with France into what remains a war against the still living Lancastrians. In truth, they really have nothing (or little) to do with one another. However it simply seemed natural that Richard's end goals were two fold. Richard certainly holds the motivation to regain Normandy and whatever else was lost when Henry was King. Yet he has not lost the very powerful motivation to rid himself of the threat of Margaret and hers. To speak again on @Lord Durham's comment above, Margaret herself may become superfluous, but what she represents does not go away. As all know that have studied this period of history, anyone with a claim represents a potential enemy. And anyone with a desire for power could and will take advantage of that.

On a writing update, this end of chapter landed rather neatly just as I finished the chapter to follow. I have just moved past 1,000 pages in my document. And the plotting to come is mostly complete. While there will remain a few things that are more fusion of IRL events, the divergence will really come into play over the next ten years. As I did with Edward, I have a lot planned for what happens with Edmund. And of course, I have a lot of freedom there as Edmund never made it out of Wakefield IRL. I certainly hope it works and you good folks continue to read and enjoy. As always, thank you all for the amazing comments and readership. Your support continues to push me ever forward. :)
 
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Somerset is gone... I won't miss him too much.
 
Somerset is gone... I won't miss him too much.
He is. However a newcomer shows up in the next chapter. I hope you don't mind if I bend your ear from time to time hoping my Spanish is not as butchered as my French may have been. (Looking at you @The Number 9 or you @Werther!) ;)
 
He is. However a newcomer shows up in the next chapter.

Ach! You just did an end-run around my next (now this) post. With Somerset gone and Margaret and son potentially delegated to 'boogeyman' status for the time being, I was wondering who the next 'big bad' would be. Spanish, you say?
 
Ach! You just did an end-run around my next (now this) post. With Somerset gone and Margaret and son potentially delegated to 'boogeyman' status for the time being, I was wondering who the next 'big bad' would be. Spanish, you say?
Castilian. Yes. And she is a bit young. ;)
 
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Henry stopped him, “Yes...he would. I held a chance some few years ago...to stop all of this. Grant me the time to pray and gain all of the Almighty’s wisdom such that He may allow. Yet it has been stolen from me, sir. That is all I want. I do not wish the crown. I only wish the peace.”

“You are truly a child of God,” Exeter stopped and looked to his King with some awe, “Would that we else were all so kind.”
As others found, a powerful scene. Henry provokes sympathy and irritation in equal measures - as always!
Thomas Beaufort finally landed with a thud to the dirt
Lord Ros pushed through the soldiers with his own weapon to protect his brother, but Norfolk grabbed a bow and quickly shot. It was instant death.
“Nay, my Lord,” Henry held to Richard’s collar as well in pain, “I only wish mine own. For I cannot live without him. Your son...Ned. The best of York...and you are not he!”
The blade that struck off his head was clean and true.
All three in the one episode! Now just their secret half-brother remains of the men. But of course, those Beaufort roots still grow deep.
I admit that certain things in my own life this past year colored how I wrote some of this. Exeter here is not so terribly different than my friend that I lost last March. Those thoughts continued to swim around in my head and much of this chapter was written during that time.
This came out in the powerful imagery of this final scene, concerning all the characters but especially Harry. As you know, I’d felt this kind of end coming for him as it had a tragic inevitability about it. His clock was winding down and there was no one left to rewind the spring. :( You have done honour to all concerned, my friend.
 
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Are you going to send Isabella into captivity so she can get married?? :D

"Dearest Isabella... I'm afraid there's been a complication..."

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Oh dear lord… You didn’t….

Are you going to send Isabella into captivity so she can get married?? :D

"Dearest Isabella... I'm afraid there's been a complication..."

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That’s what I suspect. Given that it makes good sense for the plot (and given that in game some form of an Anglo-Castilian/Anglo-Portuguese/Castillan-Portuguese same dynasty leading to potential personal union is actually fairly likely), I suspect we’re going to see an Edmund/Isabella match. Which… for crying out loud if England gets a PU on Castile and Richard conquers/PUs France as he so clearly wants to do, then Coz might as well just go ahead and restore the Western Roman Empire with its capital in Londominium.
 
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British Isles plus northern France plus Portugal turning into iberia is a good long term aim. Heck of a thing to manage in terms of culture and history, but at least they're all Catholic and have decent reason to merge (close royal relations and geopolitical concerns - England or burgundy are the only powers great enough to restore France, and the Spanish get the manpower to not only finish the Reconquista but also keep going into Africa and maybe even another crusade).
 
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He is. However a newcomer shows up in the next chapter. I hope you don't mind if I bend your ear from time to time hoping my Spanish is not as butchered as my French may have been. (Looking at you @The Number 9 or you @Werther!) ;)
In the worst situation, I'll suggest some correction and a monetary compensation for the suffering :p:D;)
 
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Oh dear lord… You didn’t….
To be fair, what you think you are thinking is correct but she may not necessarily be the "big bad." But she will certainly be influential. ;)

As others found, a powerful scene. Henry provokes sympathy and irritation in equal measures - as always!
:D

All three in the one episode! Now just their secret half-brother remains of the men. But of course, those Beaufort roots still grow deep.
Grow so deep that there remain 2 more Somerset Beaufort brothers, Edmund and John. We will see them again soon enough.

This came out in the powerful imagery of this final scene, concerning all the characters but especially Harry. As you know, I’d felt this kind of end coming for him as it had a tragic inevitability about it. His clock was winding down and there was no one left to rewind the spring. :(You have done honour to all concerned, my friend.
I really do appreciate that!!

Are you going to send Isabella into captivity so she can get married?? :D

"Dearest Isabella... I'm afraid there's been a complication..."

Rensslaer
As above, Isabella will be a major figure moving forward. How and what she does is to be seen. ;)

That’s what I suspect. Given that it makes good sense for the plot (and given that in game some form of an Anglo-Castilian/Anglo-Portuguese/Castillan-Portuguese same dynasty leading to potential personal union is actually fairly likely), I suspect we’re going to see an Edmund/Isabella match. Which… for crying out loud if England gets a PU on Castile and Richard conquers/PUs France as he so clearly wants to do, then Coz might as well just go ahead and restore the Western Roman Empire with its capital in Londominium.
The match has already been made. That is the point of the Castilian alliance. Somewhat like Catherine of Aragon, Isabella was promised to one and then is now to be with another Prince. Unlike IRL, she was not sent to England to be held as captive. ;)

British Isles plus northern France plus Portugal turning into iberia is a good long term aim. Heck of a thing to manage in terms of culture and history, but at least they're all Catholic and have decent reason to merge (close royal relations and geopolitical concerns - England or burgundy are the only powers great enough to restore France, and the Spanish get the manpower to not only finish the Reconquista but also keep going into Africa and maybe even another crusade).
Game goals. Maybe. :p

In the worst situation, I'll suggest some correction and a monetary compensation for the suffering :p:D;)
I can certainly offer virtual drinks in the bAAR. :D