Princess of York
Princess Cecily was always a beloved princess; not very Beautiful or Charming but Very clever; her life as a princess was very eventful and extravagant until her father died and left her mother regent of Ireland and Wales and her uncle regent of England, but when her mother was ousted from the regency and pushed into sanctuary what future was held for Cecily?
This is the prologue of my first story called 'Princess of York' it is the story of my character that I Claimed in the wars of the roses RPG forum, Cecily is not as pretty as her sisters but she is very smart and proud of her family.
My name is Cecily Plantagenet princess of England, my mama is Elizabeth Neé Woodville queen of England, my dad is Edward IV king of England the first king of the house of York, I am now 9 years old in this year; 1474, I have two brothers; Edward and Baby Richard and 2 older sisters; Mary and Elizabeth. I am in the middle, Even though mother has produced an heir and a spare she still bores my father's children; she is now currently pregnant as she is every year. She is a wonderful lady my mother, she does not treat us with any contempt or bossiness, she treats us all the same even though her favourite is Elizabeth whom my mother named after herself, I am not blonde and pale as my sisters, I have an olive complexion and brown hair and big dark brown eyed like my mother even though my mum is blonde too, the rest of my features are from my father who has not very pale skin and used to have fair hair but now is getting darker. I have very pretty facial features, I have my mother's smartness; I speak English, French, Flemish, Latin and a bit of Greek, just like her, I am spiritual but to a certain extent not like Mary who prays all day, I just pray before sleeping and that's all! My mum despite being so progressive towards this church is not very religious herself; she tells us 'If you want something done you do it yourself, and don't wait for god to do it for you' she's ever so right, Others say that she might be frivolous but she is as wise as a saint, she is very spoilt she is showered with jewels, palaces, dresses and titles (last year she was declared regent princess of Wales) from my father who loves and cherishes her more than the world itself, as if everyday is her birthday. I am thin and tall and my hair isn't very long because I once got sick of it and tried to snip at it and almost cut half of my length and then mum said that I have to cut the other part off too, It looks very abnormal to have hair only up to your shoulder but it dosen't look bad either since it is hidden behind my headress (mama says that it is unhealthy and not good for your height to wear these). As for my sisters; Mary is very good, too good and not interesting to talk too, but Elizabeth is more and more good yet more interesting she is very clever even though, not as much as me she still is very witty. I envy her for being my mother's favourite but that wouldn't make a change (envy is a sin) she is currently brushing her hair in front of the glass mirror and applying ochre to her lips she is truly a beauty with dark brown eyes like mine but very fair hair; the temples braided and joint at the back and wearing a gown of turquoise, she looks every bit Melusina the mermaid that gave her feet up in order for a tail, possibly my mothers descendant, Elizabeth calls it Poppycock, Mary calls it witchcraft and I call it a prophecy and a real tale that Elizabeth the 'heiress' calls Fanciful. You can only be heiress if you believe in it, I do.
'Cecily, good morrow what on earth are you doing here?' asked Elizabeth
'Fear not sister, I just came here to tell you that it is time for dinner soon and that you should stop frolicking with that hair of yours' I replied Jealously
Elizabeth glances at me for one second hastily and opens her perfectly arched lips pulls a face that looks like a granny's and states; 'Cecily, why do you always dress so humbly and sad, you never wear your conical headresses and you always wear gowns of purple and Blue that do not look good on you at all, why don't you wear; Green or Red gowns? They surely look better on you, it is improper for a lady such as yourself nevertheless a princess of York' she imitates In a harsh and bossy voice
Then I realise that a smile spreads on her lips, then I realise that she was imitating our Grandmother Cecily Neville (my namesake) after tradition high-born girls are supposed to be called after their grandmothers, Elizabeth was supposed to be called Cecily but father decided to call her after mother because 'Elizabeth is a wonderful name', I agree, in Hebrew it means daughter of god, Cecily means proud, too right I am proud and stand tall alright, I am not shy, I do not mind to spend time with the ambassadors and play the lute and dance in front of this court unlike Mary.
Elizabeth too laughs and than she applies her tall headress on her head and aches with the weight.
C'mon let's go and call Mary too! I hope she is not in her chapel -again-.
We dashed off to find Mary quietly sewing on a napkin, she sprang up immediately and Stuttered
"why are you here"
"we are here to escort you with us to dinner" Elizabeth and I state
"Very well then, let's go, but promise to say grace before you eat" she commands us
"fine" I say
Mary finally stands up and we three Princesses of York trail of to the hallways of Westminster Palace arms linked to see our beautiful Mother and the best and most handsome king england has ever seen.
Alright this was my prologue of 'Princess of York' write me a review either telling me to write on or give me suggestions, tell me how to write better and please suggest an event that I can write about and a Child nobleman that Cecily can crush on. My writing is nothing compared to other member's writing but I tried to be as good as I could.
BTW- Any inaccuracies that I might make are for the sake of the story