20Elizabeth of the 80 winters: the first day
Sorry for not updating the rest but I have to write more on this story...
'what on earth are you doing?' screamed Elizabeth Woodville she glared at Lord Hastings while he was preparing to flee, 'where is Edward?' She croaked. It was the middle of Tewskbury and it snowed heaps and heaps of snowflakes, cold and chilly, they ran down her armour... Elizabeth heard that Edward's army was loosing so she went out with her own body of guards. 'well, where is he?' asked Elizabeth Sternly. Lord Hasting's face was so grieved and tear-stained that nothing would come out of his mouth. He then fled and left her alone, 'Edward?, where are you? Dear? Are you ok?' screeched Elizabeth because he voice was so hoarse because of the gold. A hint of gold struck her and she came fumbling and shoving and pushing the dead bodies aside and there she saw Edward with his mouth open and blood running out, dried blood, his beautiful brunette hair was stained with blood and his jaw bled through his mouth, his armour had a huge dent and his eyes were all the way up to his head. Elizabeth Gasped in horror and then floods came out of her eyes and she started crying of pain, she could feel like somebody punched her heart and she felt like her heart just stopped pounding. She flung her head and started crying for her darling king, her son was only one year old and her husband hadn't drawn a will yet... He was her courageous husband, willing to fight and never suspected to die in battle. She then lightly kissed him on the lips and lay there for hours and hours weeping. Soon she saw A foot-soldier approaching her and giving her a hand. 'King Edward is dead!' she cried 'Be strong your majesty' soothed the foot-soldier, 'Who are you?' cried Elizabeth 'Sir Anthony Kay, a foot soldier for the house of York, your majesty' said The soldier. He helped her to her feet and then he said 'I know a place were you can take all that armour of your majesty, and you might want to take a bath' offered The soldier. Then he waved and 2 more foot soldier came and dragged the king's body on a horse. One of them put a wool coat over Elizabeth and then The all went. The house was very cosy and warm, Elizabeth lay by the fire in the foot soldier's wife's dress and succumbed to sleep.
Elizabeth then woke up in the cold and there she saw a coffin and an axe in laying on top of it. She then stared around, the wind made her chestnut hair fall out of the plate and then she stared around in the cold like a beggar and wondered if it was reality, then Her brother-in-law Gloucester appeared with a weary face on, Elizabeth flung herself at him and said 'Oh Richard, your brother is dead, and I am dying here, the kingdom needs us Richard, the king hasn't drawn a will and George is unfit to rule, Richard, please take me in and well both rule the kingdom till my son reaches majority' suggested Elizabeth Sweetly it was a waste of breath for Richard flung her into the snow and then sir Anthony handed him an axe and then despite all Elizabeth's struggles and winging to go free, Antony Pins her to a tree and chains her waist to the bark as tight as she could feel the bark scratch into that useless dress. Richard untied the laces so her neck is bare. 'No! Richard! Brother don't!' screeched Elizabeth 'you were never married to my brother you witch!' said Richard vulgarly. Sir Anthony then licked up the axe and aimed it at her neck, Elizabeth could feel the sharp blade against her long slender neck, and then the blade pressed unto her neck until it broke through her skin and it stung like mad, then it stopped the painful smooth path when it reached her bone. Then suddenly she couldn't talk anymore and then it broke into it and squashed her insides of her neck and the came out the other way. Her beautiful body then slumped of the chains and her head rolled of the hill and into darkness...
Elizabeth Woke up and started sweating and gasping: 'it's just a dream!'. Then suddenly Elizabeth Tilney took a mop and compressed it to Elizabeth's wet forehead. Its an omen! Muttered Elizabeth to herself. I will not survive here! Lady Margaret Beaufort didn't give me my blessing and she still hasn't made Henry meet me. 'Lady Margaret Beaufort found it very bold of you to wear a coronet with loose hair and a gown adornished with gold, she also said that you ought to stop mourning over King Edward IV... That is know a dead spirit.' drifted Eliza
'well see how she'll mourn when her stupid son Henry will die...' spat Elizabeth Woodville vengfully
Elizabeth did not change and just wore a new gown adornished in a Yorkist style as she wanted, her skin had become a bit oily lately and made her look like a pigmy... She instead wore a gown as red as blood with a low neck line and adornished with rubies and Black diamonds on the hem an her breast line, her underskirts where of cloth of gold and the front temples of her hair were braided and joined at the back. She then applied ochre and powder on her lips and face and stared in the mirror; she was Elizabeth Woodville wife of Edward IV, she knew how to dress and how rich too, she learnt; young Prince Arthur was clearly a Tudor turf she was going to make the new prince a Yorkist Prince, like his blessed grandfather! England will see a York king on the throne! Elizabeth then stopped and stared, it's treason to preside a prince after the other, but she knew that this one will be a York! Prince Edward Duke of York she thought! Like Edward has been before the throne... But Henry insisted on Henry. 'come on mother!' said Elizabeth the queen 'let's go!' Ah! It was nice to drop the formalities! Elizabeth knew she would have been queen! When her dad returned from Flanders and rejoined her mother, Elizabeth remembered clearly that she said when she was only 5; 'I am Elizabeth your daughter, one day I'll be queen as mother'. Elizabeth received baby Henry and walked with him down the aisle and towards the altar. Henry was a beautiful baby, with Hazel eyes and a few strings of Blondish-Redish hair, he was soo cute! Elizabeth still couldn't imagine him not being king! It was impossible! The priest was chanting in Latin the prayer of Christenings, No matter of how much times Elizabeth was godmother, it surprised her to know that she forgot the prayer, she still remembered Latin of course! However the ceremony was blurred while the priest was reciting the sermon, Elizabeth concentrated her entire Energy at the baby boy that she held in her arms... he was adorable, beautiful and most importantly Fiery and Determined, Elizabeth could vaguely see his grandfather in his eyes although The Redish-Brownish hair came from Elizabeth, the most kindest queen in the world, that somehow troubled her because in order to survive here, a Queen can't be kind in order to face the stony truth and god's grasp and Unluckiness' grip in a queen's throat... Despite the huge blure, she could hear the priest's words; 'It is know time for the prince's kin to abide him the good luck, and the qualities he needs to become a most valiant prince' said the priest. Elizabeth being the Chief Godmother was the last to wish him luck. 'Piety and Holiness' whispered Margaret Beaufort, 'Wisdom and Cleversness' wished Young Lady Margaret Pole Her darling neice. 'Long Life' whispered her Daughter Catherine Countess of Devon 'loyalty' screeched Her elder Daughter Viscountess Cecily,
'Luck in Battle' muttered viscountess Lovell the widow of Richard's pet dog, it was the Godmother's turn. She went in and said; 'No mercy and no Fear in front of Enemies, hot-Bloodness, lucky, vindictive and Ambitious' said Elizabeth Woodville. Everybody stared at the way that she screeched the words and at what she said, although it was true those were the words for a York-Tudor prince! What a Spitting-Image of Edward IV should have...
This another chapter of my story! Thank you for reviewing and I hope that you could tell me if I should let Elizabeth of York die or not... Hope you liked the dream...