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Aha. Poor Warwick. He tries. And I'm many cases he has good advice. But he's off now, almost like he's trying to find contrary advice even when the plan is good.

Good to see Edmund getting a substantial victory under his belt. A rite of passage for his princely class.

Also glad to be rid of the Scots for now. How's France going?

Rensslaer
We will return to France soon enough. There was some unfinished business to the north that we needed to look at. And it does appear true (as suggested below) that no matter what Warwick does or says, it will not be good enough or accepted. That said, Richard did tell Edmund before he left to be wary of Warwick. This is part of that.

Warwick might not be loyal for much longer. Edmund should watch him closely...

Will the Scots sue for peace immediately after this battle, or will they attempt to win minor victories and salvage something more?
Likely sue for peace because this is a lost war for them. In game, they did fairly well at first (as suggested by the story) but once things were basically over in France, they did not last long.

Short but sweet - the battle and the chapter.

Good to see him show steel in battle and with Warwick. The latter needs to decide whether he will serve the new King and his successors or himself. If he keeps pushing them, they will push back. And heads will end up on pikes, one way or the other.

I would advise Edmund though not to overdo it. A suggestion should be freely debatable, if done in an intimate group in private war council, but an order not so. And he was perhaps making a point to Warwick by deciding the plan without actually consulting him at all, but that could also be seen as a bit arbitrary, even spiteful. Anyway, it worked which will vindicate Ed and cause Warwick to simmer a little more. How long before he reaches boiling point?
An extremely good point. I will say that perhaps a liked the way "question my suggestion" sounded to my ear when I wrote it. Mayhap too much? ;) However you get to the nub of it in that Edmund purposefully left Warwick out of the war council for a number of reasons. Indeed, the instructed mistrust. So too perhaps that it was not Warwick that rescued him (even though he likely had a hand in planning it.) Finally, like Edward before, Edmund is showing that he has his own mind and will not be led as Warwick might like. Hence..."Another one."

As others have said there is a fine line between offering advice and disobedience but I think Warwick was just the right side of it. (I do of course realise for plot reasons he must always be on the wrong side of issues).


If that is the extent of Edmund's military thinking he is going to end up on the wrong end of a deeply humiliating defeat at some point.
Maybe not the wrong side of an issue but seen to be on the wrong side. At least how he sees it. I don't think it is any mystery that I am building toward a thing with Warwick (to the uninitiated, wait for it) and the way that I read it, it was not one big thing but a series of little things that lead to what is likely to happen. Maybe it won't. ;)

As to Edmund's military genius, or lack thereof, I would put it to his comparing his choices/decisions with Edward (or his idea of what Edward might do.) It is not a secret that he does not feel quite the equal to his older brother and may feel a sense of "imposter syndrome." One might say he is overcompensating. It worked this time, but you are right. It may not always.

The Scots should held a bit more, just one for Warwick to led a charge with fatal consequences for him.
They might have, but the Scots were pretty much spent by this point.

I did pause and wonder when the plan was to use their larger numbers to force through a narrow, defended pass in the middle of the enemy lines.

That was a terrible idea.
Perhaps, but this is pretty much what happened in real life even if the actors and situation were a bit different.

Agreed. It appears the Scots did not employ their schiltron to block the narrow pass and hold the moor. That could very well have produced a different result. I think the English were lucky.
Quite. Also recall that in this timeline, the Scots are ruled by a boy King. And unlike in RL, Percy is already dead (in RL, Ralph Percy died in this battle and for some reason his dying words suggested that he had a bird in his pocket. Huh? )

To be fair, by the end of the Wars of the Roses, the English were genuinely much, much better at warfare than the Scots and essentially stopped losing battles to them until the war of three kingdoms two centuries later.

But the leadership could make better decisions here I think.
Most of the decent military leaders are in France right now (save for Montagu) and Warwick, as established, was not much of a military mind. That said, Edmund might have listened to him. It worked this time, but I cannot disagree.

Well, Edmund's comment about outnumbering them was stupid. That's not a serious contemplative plan.

But he did appear to have chosen well in terms of who commanded the center and the wings, and it worked out well.

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Once again, Edmund's comment might be stupid but it is his consideration of what Edward might have done. He showed in battle, so good on him. Especially considering he does not think much of it. What may be more important is his constant comparing of himself with his dead older brother. Warwick specifically (and rightly) calls this out in the scene.


To all - So this last scene might be the last of the attempts to marry real life events to what is happening in the story. I must admit, it was convoluted in my thinking as to how to do it. I needed to place things but the actors were far apart from where they were historically. In RL, Somerset died in this battle. Here, he is already dead and at Caen. In RL, Ralph Percy died in this battle. Here, he is already dead after kidnapping Edmund. The year/events matched up slightly so it made some sense to use this as a guide, but the actors are almost entirely changed from RL other than the brothers Neville (Warwick and Montagu.)

With that change, it offered a chance to build on the growing mistrust of Warwick and develop Edmund more as a character. I could have avoided the battle and used an after the fact scene to do this, but I wanted to place Edmund in the situation and show Warwick's reaction. I wanted a POV from Warwick and likely could have extended the battle for that purpose but the result of the battle really didn't matter to my thinking. It was more the reaction to the event that I wanted to highlight. Rightly? Wrongly? As always, you be the judge. ;)
 
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Castile, August 1464

“If you cannot do it correctly, then be gone with you!!” young Isabella of Castile snatched the brush from her Lady and began to groom herself with a huff, “I do swear...we are surrounded by incompetents!”

“Princesa...” Alfonso de Palencia answered over her shoulder, “...once more. Your brother His Grace King Enrique does demand that you have your belongings to order for we are to England. In very short time.”

With coquettish eyes, Isabella blinked through her mirror, “You mistake me, Señor. I wish to look the best for my intended. And I see no suitor to here. Unless you are asking?”

“My Lady!” Alfonso bowed in embarrassment, “You should not speak of such things!”

She winked to him in her reflection, “You are a scared kitten, Señor de Palencia. I have many of them for they are frightened of my impatience. Yet my brother is kind. At least I am not destined to be the keeper of cats.”

“You are not, Princesa!” Alfonso stood taller and instructed her, “You are about to embark upon an incredible journey. One that I have done all I might for you to find. Young you may be, yet you are far superior to your brother. Yet, it will not be found to here. But to England, my Lady? You shall find a Prince to your liking.”

Isabella shifted and turned to him in her chair, “I hear that he has taken Caen! Is he truly a warrior?”

Alfonso de Palencia bowed with a smirk, “No, Princesa. It is the father...the King of England that has taken Caen. Your Prince does best the Scots to the north of that place. I know not if he be a warrior, but he is gallant. I have spent some time with this Prince and I find him...serious.”

“That is poor,” Isabella placed her mirror to the table with a pout, “I should like a Prince with spirit.”

The Ambassador smiled, “They are Plantagenet, Princesa. They have proved spirited for three hundred years. I’ve no doubt that you will charm them. Yet you must listen to my advice. I have spoken many times to this King Richard and he is shrewd.”

“I care not about the father,” Isabella turned to him with curiosity, “Yet truly...what of the son?”

“He is...he is diligent, Princesa,” Alfonso answered, “As his victory to his land assures...he will be a fine match. Yet I do fear that your...encanto...may be lost upon him should you not adhere to his likes.”

Isabella blinked at him, “You must jest. I am but a little girl forced to find a foreign land. I merely wish to know where I go. And I shall depend upon you when I get there Señor Ambassador.”

Alfonso allowed a laugh, “A little girl? My Lady, you have been a spitfire since you were four.”

“Señor ...do you dare to wound me?” Isabella grinned.

“Nay, madam...” he answered, “...yet all should know that you hold more spirit within your little finger than many a man to their entire body.”

The Princesa shrugged and moved to poor herself a goblet of Madeira. She stepped to the ornate window to look out over the lush palatial courtyard, “I do wonder, Señor de Palencia...how such spirit may be seen in this England. How much it may be accepted?”

“I assure you that there are many that show such vigor within their lights. A good many...”

“Nay, sir...” she turned to him with a serious eye, “...I do not mean them. I mean those of us not from those lands. After all...the previous Queen Marguerite d’Anjou was said to hold her own spirit and look what has happened to her.”

Alfonso de Palencia stood taller with pride, “Quite so. And you are not she, madam. Not how I have taught you, yes? From this place, you know well to keep your smile long and your tongue short in public. Never to speak out...not against family. To keep your innermost thoughts close and only with those that you trust. Not some cavalier that you might fancy.”

He stepped closer and bent his neck to hers, “If ever there was one to conquer England, Princesa...it is you. Your training is to here. With your brother, and mine own tutelage. Inglaterra is a backwater, my Lady. Mayhap that is why no King wishes to hold it for very long. Yet it will keep you safe...and that has ever been my only wish.”

“Enrique will not harm me,” she tossed his words aside and sat again to her dressing table with cheer.

“He will not harm you, my Lady...” de Palencia offered, “...yet he will not help you as well. What have I always told you?”

Isabella looked down to her still slight hands and answered clearly, “Never to be a pawn on someone else’s board.”

“And as long as I hold breath to body, Princesa...you shall not!”
 
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A nice new plot angle here. It will be interesting and hopefully refreshing to see how this foreign princess goes. The build up here indicates better than that woman, anyway.
 
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Well, she seems sensible enough. Provided she gets on with Edmund, and she well might, everything will be well. He isn't as martial yet as his father and brother, but is learning. He's also going to get more ambitious from herein because everyone is going to encourage that.

Inglaterra is a backwater

That is no longer the case, but was within a generation so I do understand why he said it. Compared to the great European kingdoms, England is out of the way and relatively uninteresting - known only for the third crusade onwards as surprisingly good at warfare for a small kingdom, and increasingly the masters of France.

If they can actually keep hold of Northern and western France, they're now the big deal of western Europe. Especially if they then go onto crushing Scotland and begin to vassalise/annex the rest of the british Isles.

In a way, they are very similar to the Spanish kingdoms. A century of fighting constant war has made them very good at it, and there is potential for them to unify a very large realm behind them, at which point they have a large geographic advantage. Their weakness is instability, but this can be resolved with good kingmanship.
 
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(in RL, Ralph Percy died in this battle and for some reason his dying words suggested that he had a bird in his pocket. Huh? )

I guess it beats a bird in the hand...

To all - So this last scene might be the last of the attempts to marry real life events to what is happening in the story.

Think of all the 'screenwriters' who adapted a novel and changed things so much that only the book title remained. At least you have a legitimate reason, basing your changes on game events and not ego. I know you will do the changes justice.

Alfonso de Palencia stood taller with pride, “Quite so. And you are not she, madam. Not how I have taught you, yes? From this place, you know well to keep your smile long and your tongue short in public. Never to speak out...not against family. To keep your innermost thoughts close and only with those that you trust. Not some cavalier that you might fancy.”

Wise words. Will she be wise enough to adhere to them?
 
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I'm really looking forward to seeing Isabella and Edmund together.

On the one hand she has the potential to be like Marguerite, though she has been counseled against it, it sounds like.

But she already seems to have more character, so my hope is that she will be more of a partner to Edmund than a curse.

At this place in history, as @TheButterflyComposer mentions, England is becoming a major power, but Castile is still the one to beat, yes? Still more powerful than England, and even more powerful (I would think) than RL France. Certainly more powerful than the France in this timeline, which only strengthens Castile more.

Isabella isn't going to be a pawn on someone's chessboard, except she may be the tool to make England a pawn on Castile's chessboard?

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Isabella isn't going to be a pawn on someone's chessboard, except she may be the tool to make England a pawn on Castile's chessboard?

Given how Chaotic France is and how well England has alreadybdone in taking large chunks of it, and having good claims to the throne itself, plus the OTL desire of Castile to conquer all of Iberia...

The ideal optimistic timeline for Isabella is marrying Edmund, them forming a universal
western european monarchy, and taking over England, France and Iberia, including fully brining France under plantagenet rule and expelling the Muslims from granada, before taking out Portugal and aragon as well.

And it's not...that unlikely. England and castile are the two strongest players in the region, and Edmund and isabella have between them all the claims they need to make this empire happen. They also have the armies and the money.

Provided the Pope doesn't say no and burgundy can't create a coalition to stop them in France, Edmund becoming kingdom of France and fully reconquering the whole kingdom essentially means no one can stop them anymore, except internal infighting nobles. Once France falls, and it looks like its well on the way to even before Richard dies, there's nothing standing in the way of Isabella taking over Iberia.

At that point, England/Spain dominate economically, militarily and religiously to such an extent that the HRE would have to fully unite to stop them, or the ottomans have to get really large and fight them.

And then Spain discovers the new world and becomes the first European Great Power in a very long time. If the personal Union is till ongoing after Edmund and Isabella, iberia, England and France can dominate until either they go their seperate ways and start competing again, or Germany and Italy become a thing in industrial times.
 
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A nice new plot angle here. It will be interesting and hopefully refreshing to see how this foreign princess goes. The build up here indicates better than that woman, anyway.
That woman. It says so much just by the italics. :p

Well, she seems sensible enough. Provided she gets on with Edmund, and she well might, everything will be well. He isn't as martial yet as his father and brother, but is learning. He's also going to get more ambitious from herein because everyone is going to encourage that.
He will likely need to. I have a lot planned coming up for Edmund, but this challenge might be the biggest of them all.

That is no longer the case, but was within a generation so I do understand why he said it. Compared to the great European kingdoms, England is out of the way and relatively uninteresting ...
Correct enough. I am sure there are/were many people that still consider that far off island as backwater, but in this timeline that is becoming increasingly less so. It was slightly more so when I wrote the Wessex tales and so I suppose I still consider it that way. After all...no one wanted to inherit England back in the day. Normandy was where it was at. And still is. Why do you think Richard wanted it back so much? Sure, pride. But also much closer to the "flower" of Europe.

I guess it beats a bird in the hand...
I believe the specific quote was, "I have saved the bird in my bosom." Those are some dying words indeed. Yet what do they mean? I decided not to explore it in the work, but I suppose it might have suggested he remained until his dying day keeping the Percy name alive? That they still might take flight? It is suggested that they were enigmatic words and indeed true. What the hell was he talking about?

Think of all the 'screenwriters' who adapted a novel and changed things so much that only the book title remained. At least you have a legitimate reason, basing your changes on game events and not ego. I know you will do the changes justice.
I am sure that somewhere in the corridors of "Jack Shit Studios" the execs and pencil pushers are trying to figure out how to turn this property over for points and more. ;)

Very few writers see their original work in the finished product. Paddy Chayefsky, William Goldman and Arthur Miller, maybe. Mamet? I suppose we could go back to good old Bill Shakespeare. After that?

As I recall, Peter Benchley was terribly irritated that his novel of Jaws did not see the screen like he desired (and the dude was in it briefly.) It is my favorite film, but one has to feel for the writer. ;)

Wise words. Will she be wise enough to adhere to them?
I am terribly pleased that you highlighted this passage. I am not sure that I have suggested this in past fb-fb but after some point in the writing, I started thinking of these people like a mafia family. "Never tell anybody outside of the family what you are thinking." Which one is the Michael and which one is the Fredo? ;)

I'm really looking forward to seeing Isabella and Edmund together.

On the one hand she has the potential to be like Marguerite, though she has been counseled against it, it sounds like.

But she already seems to have more character, so my hope is that she will be more of a partner to Edmund than a curse.
Really pleased that her debut scene is enjoyed because I really enjoyed writing it. It is short, but I did not think to need much more. It is her introduction to the narrative and I have great plans for where she goes. This chapter is sort of moving things along while cleaning up some loose ends. It straddles a place between point A to point B, but this one was important. Isabella will definitely become a major player here, but she is still young. It may take a minute, but she is going to come on strong. I hope. :D

At this place in history, as @TheButterflyComposer mentions, England is becoming a major power, but Castile is still the one to beat, yes? Still more powerful than England, and even more powerful (I would think) than RL France. Certainly more powerful than the France in this timeline, which only strengthens Castile more.

Isabella isn't going to be a pawn on someone's chessboard, except she may be the tool to make England a pawn on Castile's chessboard?

Rensslaer
See below, but I wanted to put this out there:

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Given how Chaotic France is and how well England has alreadybdone in taking large chunks of it, and having good claims to the throne itself, plus the OTL desire of Castile to conquer all of Iberia...

The ideal optimistic timeline for Isabella is marrying Edmund, them forming a universal
western european monarchy, and taking over England, France and Iberia, including fully brining France under plantagenet rule and expelling the Muslims from granada, before taking out Portugal and aragon as well.

And it's not...that unlikely. England and castile are the two strongest players in the region, and Edmund and isabella have between them all the claims they need to make this empire happen. They also have the armies and the money.

Provided the Pope doesn't say no and burgundy can't create a coalition to stop them in France, Edmund becoming kingdom of France and fully reconquering the whole kingdom essentially means no one can stop them anymore, except internal infighting nobles. Once France falls, and it looks like its well on the way to even before Richard dies, there's nothing standing in the way of Isabella taking over Iberia.

At that point, England/Spain dominate economically, militarily and religiously to such an extent that the HRE would have to fully unite to stop them, or the ottomans have to get really large and fight them.

And then Spain discovers the new world and becomes the first European Great Power in a very long time. If the personal Union is till ongoing after Edmund and Isabella, iberia, England and France can dominate until either they go their seperate ways and start competing again, or Germany and Italy become a thing in industrial times.
In this timeline, the Reconquista is almost complete but not quite. Just a slipper in the south of Castile. I can go ahead and say that in this game, Spain does not happen. (I think I have said that already.) But indeed, to yours and @Rensslaer's point - Castile remains a great ally for England. Certainly was for this war. There is reason that Richard wanted the marriage alliance even if it did not happen like he might have desired with Edward marrying Isabella. But Edmund is the second option (always?) and we will have to see how it all plays out.

To draw it out as you have is entirely plausible. But we have to get there first. Let us remember...it is still just 1464. ;)
 
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I believe the specific quote was, "I have saved the bird in my bosom." Those are some dying words indeed. Yet what do they mean? I decided not to explore it in the work, but I suppose it might have suggested he remained until his dying day keeping the Percy name alive? That they still might take flight? It is suggested that they were enigmatic words and indeed true. What the hell was he talking about?
The Holy Spirit is usually depicted as a dove. It could be a way of saying “I have at least preserved my immortal soul up to the hour of death.”
 
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The Holy Spirit is usually depicted as a dove. It could be a way of saying “I have at least preserved my immortal soul up to the hour of death.”
Oh, good call!

Though I would like to think of him as Charlie Day in It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia with a dead pidgin in his pocket, that makes much more sense. :D
 
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I am sure that somewhere in the corridors of "Jack Shit Studios" the execs and pencil pushers are trying to figure out how to turn this property over for points and more. ;)

Now you've done it :).



Jack Shit Studios

The cigar slid from side to side, perched precariously on Turner Smithee's lower lip, threatening to fall, but never quite achieving that fate. Phone clutched in one meaty hand, he listened intently to the disembodied voice on the other end, a bushy eyebrow raised with interest. "I see. I see. Popular, is it? Uh-huh. Uh-huh. And what makes you think it would be a fit? Oh. Portugal or Bust. Yeah, that show did well, but the budget virtually bankrupted us. A lot of the talent has moved on since, too. I mean, it's been a lot of years. Yeah, a few of the original team is still here. In fact, a couple of the team just arrived. I'll talk to them. Yeah, I really don't know. Anyway, thanks for the heads-up. We should do lunch some time. Sounds good. Yeah, you too. Good bye, Ridley."

"You know, you should get with the times and use an IPhone, Mr. Smithee."

The rotund head of Jack Shit Studios leaned back in his plush chair, the ever present cigar trailing smoke. "I like the feel of the old fashioned phone, Trixie. Makes me feel more important than I already am."

Dick Steele nodded. "Yes, running a company that's shed most of their employers must be very empowering."

Smithee jabbed an accusing finger. "Do I sense sarcasm, Dick?"

"No sir. Just an observation."

"Good. I don't like sarcasm. It's very... sarcastic. Anyway, glad you're both here. I just got a heads-up about a potential project. It's a wildly popular book about something called The War of the Roses. Stupid name. I never heard of flowers fighting. Not sure why something like that would be so popular, but here we are."

"I'm familiar with it," Dick said, casually waving away some lingering fumes. "It's about a struggle between houses in Medieval England."

Smithee harrumphed. "Struggling houses? What kind of nonsense is that, Steele? I know interest rates are high..."

"Trixie will send you some notes, Mr. Smithee. It will make sense once you read the little words. Anyway, there's a problem. It's still an ongoing project with no definite completion. I doubt we could get the rights to something like that."

Smithee sat forward, frowned. Errant ashes fell on the desk. "Damn it, then. Just keep an eye out in case it becomes available, will you? I'd hate to miss out on an opportunity like this, flowers and houses or not. And I don't want Disney to scoop me. They'd totally screw it up. I'm still trying to get the rights to Marvel and Star Wars to fix their mess. Oh, and if we ever manage to get those rights, the first thing we do is change the title. It's bland. How about, 'Flowers of Conflict--Why We Fight!' We can get John Ford or Frank Capra to direct."

"Very good, sir. I'll get them exhumed right away." Dick and Trixie turned to leave.

"Hey Trixie, you cold? Should I turn up the temperature?"

"No sir, Mr. Smithee. Why do you always ask me that?"

"Never mind."
 
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I believe the specific quote was, "I have saved the bird in my bosom."
The Holy Spirit is usually depicted as a dove. It could be a way of saying “I have at least preserved my immortal soul up to the hour of death.”
Yes, an ingenious theory.
Oh, good call!

Though I would like to think of him as Charlie Day in It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia with a dead pidgin in his pocket, that makes much more sense. :D
”Rosebud!” Was even pithier as an enigmatic last word. We may never know what Citizen Percy was on about here: perhaps a pet bird he had as a child, or a favourite hunting hawk?
I started thinking of these people like a mafia family. "Never tell anybody outside of the family what you are thinking." Which one is the Michael and which one is the Fredo?
And who is or was Sonny!? A few candidates, I reckon. They certainly ended up going to the mattresses here. Richard (or indeed Edmund after him) may well end up saying, before the end: “Just when you think you’re out, they drag you back in again!” Percy for Joey Zasa? :D
 
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Now you've done it :).



Jack Shit Studios

The cigar slid from side to side, perched precariously on Turner Smithee's lower lip, threatening to fall, but never quite achieving that fate. Phone clutched in one meaty hand, he listened intently to the disembodied voice on the other end, a bushy eyebrow raised with interest. "I see. I see. Popular, is it? Uh-huh. Uh-huh. And what makes you think it would be a fit? Oh. Portugal or Bust. Yeah, that show did well, but the budget virtually bankrupted us. A lot of the talent has moved on since, too. I mean, it's been a lot of years. Yeah, a few of the original team is still here. In fact, a couple of the team just arrived. I'll talk to them. Yeah, I really don't know. Anyway, thanks for the heads-up. We should do lunch some time. Sounds good. Yeah, you too. Good bye, Ridley."

"You know, you should get with the times and use an IPhone, Mr. Smithee."

The rotund head of Jack Shit Studios leaned back in his plush chair, the ever present cigar trailing smoke. "I like the feel of the old fashioned phone, Trixie. Makes me feel more important than I already am."

Dick Steele nodded. "Yes, running a company that's shed most of their employers must be very empowering."

Smithee jabbed an accusing finger. "Do I sense sarcasm, Dick?"

"No sir. Just an observation."

"Good. I don't like sarcasm. It's very... sarcastic. Anyway, glad you're both here. I just got a heads-up about a potential project. It's a wildly popular book about something called The War of the Roses. Stupid name. I never heard of flowers fighting. Not sure why something like that would be so popular, but here we are."

"I'm familiar with it," Dick said, casually waving away some lingering fumes. "It's about a struggle between houses in Medieval England."

Smithee harrumphed. "Struggling houses? What kind of nonsense is that, Steele? I know interest rates are high..."

"Trixie will send you some notes, Mr. Smithee. It will make sense once you read the little words. Anyway, there's a problem. It's still an ongoing project with no definite completion. I doubt we could get the rights to something like that."

Smithee sat forward, frowned. Errant ashes fell on the desk. "Damn it, then. Just keep an eye out in case it becomes available, will you? I'd hate to miss out on an opportunity like this, flowers and houses or not. And I don't want Disney to scoop me. They'd totally screw it up. I'm still trying to get the rights to Marvel and Star Wars to fix their mess. Oh, and if we ever manage to get those rights, the first thing we do is change the title. It's bland. How about, 'Flowers of Conflict--Why We Fight!' We can get John Ford or Frank Capra to direct."

"Very good, sir. I'll get them exhumed right away." Dick and Trixie turned to leave.

"Hey Trixie, you cold? Should I turn up the temperature?"

"No sir, Mr. Smithee. Why do you always ask me that?"

"Never mind."
Wonderful to see that Smithee remains in great form. Of course, as the writer I would have to argue about the title but as we mentioned...the writer rarely gets a say once it goes into production. I am currently reading The White Album by Joan Didion and at least one of the chapters is about Hollywood of the early 70s. To quote The Talking Heads, "Same as it ever was..."

And who is or was Sonny!? A few candidates, I reckon. They certainly ended up going to the mattresses here. Richard (or indeed Edmund after him) may well end up saying, before the end: “Just when you think you’re out, they drag you back in again!” Percy for Joey Zasa? :D
Well, if Richard is the Godfather...Don Corleone had three sons, or four if you count Tom Hagen. Edward/Sonny seems an easy match. Michael/Edmund? Hmm. Does that make George Tom Hagen and Richard Fredo?? :eek:

But that doesn't work because Michael was the youngest brother. So Young Richard is Michael? But that makes George Fredo and Edmund Tom Hagen.

Anyway...even Joey Zasa was better than Ralph Percy, bird in his pocket or no. ;)
 
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Isabella looks like quite the character. It also looks like she might not like her brother that much... will that come up?

Who is Palencia, and why does he support Isabella?
 
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Isabella looks like quite the character. It also looks like she might not like her brother that much... will that come up?

Who is Palencia, and why does he support Isabella?
You may recall the Castilian Ambassador from this post when Richard started negotiating the match. And I would not say that Isabella does not like her brother or vice versa, but given the state of the Castilian inheritance, she is a potential threat while Enrique does not have an heir. Clearly the Ambassador has rallied behind her and others may do so as well. Part the reason the King of Castile is quite happy to ship her off to England.
 
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Kicking her upstairs, so to speak. :D

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Stafford Castle, September 1464

They bounded into the hall with energy and it shocked Margaret Beaufort. She had expected them but was more somber than their mood. Lifting quickly, she bowed and then stood with a slim smile, “Husband, you have returned more swiftly than thought.”

“What?” Sir Henry Stafford glowed as he held an arm on Edmund’s shoulder, “Are you not pleased to see us?!”

Edmund laughed as well and returned the bow, “My Lady means no such thing, sir. I believe she to be overwhelmed with joy.”

“I am,” Margaret gave nod to the Prince before attempting a larger smile to Stafford, “Yet it seems as though you have begun to celebrate without me.”

Sir Henry Stafford stepped to his wife and offered a gentle kiss to her forehead, “It is a long road from the north, love. Best to keep warm.”

Spying Sir Leighson behind them holding some of Edmund’s bags, Margaret gave nod “Ah. You may place those to the south rooms. The Prince should be most comfortable there.”

“Nonsense!” Sir Henry smiled to him, “This man be a knight just as I. He shall feast with us tonight for he be no servant.”

“As may be, Sir Henry...” Leighson bent a crooked hip, “...I’ll take them bags just the same.”

Edmund was quick to suggest, “Yet do join us, Leighson. You’ve been a hero yet again.”

As they moved through the hall, Margaret leaned into her husband, “So do tell of your victories, sir. Or were they all to Lord Warwick?”

“I should look to our Prince, my Lady,” Sir Henry found the fire and sat to the stone hearth to remove his boots, “I’ll not start calling him the hammer of the Scots just yet, but he surely did turn them back with force.”

Margaret looked to Prince Edmund with curiosity, “Is this true? I had heard that you were in captivity.”

“Only for a time,” Edmund bowed with humility to the knight, “Your husband was most charitable to rescue me.”

“We are most grateful,” she looked to them both with nervous cheer, “The Queen has been restless and there has been a fear to court. Unsure of the north. To Normandy. To...to Wales.”

Edmund smiled, “How is mama? My brothers?”

“Calmer, I should think,” Margaret gave nod, “Enough so that she did send your brothers George and Richard to Middleham so that they may continue their studies away from court.”

“I’m certain Georgie was not pleased with that,” Edmund laughed.

Sir Henry chuckled along and winked, “What is a boy to do in the country, eh? Never a maiden there that requires a saving.”

“He is five and ten and like to be restless,” the Prince suggested.

Stafford held his grin, “Then the country is best for him. Lovely place. And with the north finally sound...safe too.”

“Dickon will like it,” Edmund replied as he accepted a warm cup of ale with thanks.

Margaret handed her husband another, “Yet what of the Lord of Warwick? Why does he not make progress with you at the now?”

Sir Henry drank his ale down quickly and brushed his beard with his arm, “Our Warwick does make peace with the Scots. Poor boy King of Scotland...he shit the bed, didn’t he? Is that not right, Ed?”

“It is true,” Edmund allowed, “I know not if he soiled his sheets, but he did run from some awful thing and I fear it was us to Hedgley Moor.”

Margaret smiled to him with a care, “I am pleased that we did not need to make as nurses for you again, my Lord. It is better to see you in such fine health.”

“I thank you, my Lady,” Edmund gave nod and started talking about their adventures with Sir Henry. Margaret backed away and suggested a few orders for servants. She held back and simply watched the two men for some time before it was announced that baths were poured for all.

Some time later, she did knock upon Prince Edmund’s door with question, “Do you find all as satisfactory, my Lord Prince?”

When she did not hear answer, Margaret gingerly opened the chamber door to spy Edmund dozing in a steaming bath. He did not acknowledge her at first, so she stepped closer. And then closer still. He was built well. Not a paunch on him at all, she could see through the murky water. His chest all the way to his groin were showing signs of a thick and dark hairiness, and as he breathed in and out, his lean muscles glistened to her eyes.

“Madam?” his voice questioned softly.

Margaret did not realize she was staring so intently and back away, ashamed.

Edmund sat forward in the bath to steady her, “I did not hear you. Is everything well?”

“I...I thought to bring you...fresh linen, sir,” she stammered.

He smiled, “That is very kind of you, Lady Beaufort. I am sorry if we startled you earlier.”

“Of course not,” she remained embarrassed.

Edmund took one and held it over his lap in the water, “Yet I imagine all here must have been so unsure. Anything good to see must be rejoiced, yes?”

“Indeed so, sir,” Margaret smiled to him as she looked into his sincere eyes.

Starting to feel uncomfortable himself, Edmund returned the smile, “So...as I am nearly done with my bath...I shall see you later to the feast. Yes?”

“Yes...yes...” Margaret gave nod and moved from the room, “...to the feast.”

When she closed the door, Margaret was mortified. How embarrassing! It had not been the first time that she had seen the Prince in his state of nature for she had nursed him back to health. Yet that was some time ago and he was now...more than that. She knew not what to think, yet as she looked around, she realized that it would be some hours still before they ate. The worst thing in the world would be to loiter here.

In her confusion, she made for her rooms and sat to the edge of the bed in silence. With a few deep breaths, Margaret began to feel calm. Why had she been so nervous? It was only the Prince. She knew him well enough. And he was so kind. Kind enough to avoid her lingering glare.

Why had she glared? She was married...thrice over. All of that was left behind. It was for a sinner at any rate. She held what she required from that ugly mess...that disgusting act. Poor Henry. Shut away to the Tower. She must speak to Edmund about it. Surely he would be understanding. Yet why did she tingle so?!

Margaret thrust her body back onto the bed and splayed out over the covers. She tried to slow down her feeling again. The tingling. It seemed to come from all over. Yet especially...to here. Holding her hand to her waist, she began to rub at her dress. Why did it feel so strongly to here? As if exploring, she reached down and pulled it all up so that she might reach her shift. Pulling that away as well, she began to feel it more and more.

“Oh Jasper!!” she finally spoke softly and then opened her eyes wide.

He was not there. Yet Margaret was certain that she briefly saw the face of Prince Edmund in her mind.
 
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Well, that's not great. Let's hope Margaret doesn't act on it, and, if she does, Edmund can resist the temptation.

On the other hand, it would be a nice way to cause friction between the Crown and the Tudors...
 
Edmund and Margaret. A steaming bathtub. Shades of Yennefer and Geralt. Methinks some hijinks may be afoot.
 
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