20Elizabeth of the 80 winters: The court and The great Pretender
You mean people! You want Elizabeth of York to die :) but since not all of you said so, I will delay her date of death to the date that Henry VIII's divorce issues begin... To not confuse Elizabeths I will show you the key:
Elizabeth Woodville: Elizabeth
Elizabeth of York: Bess
Elizabeth Tilney/Howard: Eliza
This chapter is through Elizabeth of York's point of View...
After the Baptism, there was a party with baby Henry Duke of York as Bess' mother insisted in order to carry on The Yorkist Tradition; she was ambitious on removing Lancastrain influence from the court... It was very strange since the house is part Lancastrain and York, More like a Beaufort house; Henry's mother rules supreme Like her mother did, it looks like they both met their matches, Margaret Jealous on Elizabeth's success and Elizabeth jealous Of Margaret's power. She still couldn't believe that the Wars of the Roses was over; it was 30 years it has aged and hardened everybody with grief and depression over lost love and life, it was a bleak time that peoples will to fight on were tested eagerly by the fate of misfortune, the only difference here Is that misfortune never ever came slowly it was pushed into you like a hammer trying to break a wooden shield, Noble after Noble, King after King has died fighting after his ungrateful hellfull family that were usually formed out of social-climbers that Craved for the Family Fortune more that the family itself, people died left and right and at every wave and kiss goodbye you could be sure that they will never come back, the church, the people, the population has been overshadowed and destroyed by the Noble's Blunt, Bloody and never-saturating ambitious thirst over their rivals life, money and usually blood. Bess has been a warchild her father's alliance-marriage pawn and her mother's inter-martial pawn and attractive royal-blooded girl... Like her, like her. The words boomed in Elizabeth's life, she couldn't bear thinking about it, it was more terrible than the fall of a family, her family. Life was hopefully easier for her and the people of England now that The two houses were interlinked... Her mother was especially infuriated when queen Isabella of Castile mistaked Margaret Beaufort for queen of England! And without her being mentioned! Her mother already had a fight with Henry on this matter and got sent to Bermondsey abbey for 4 insufferable years... She couldn't stand it there... Her mother has said that queen Isabella of Castile is a very amiable and clever queen and that he would enjoy doing a buissness with her... Queen Isabella had a daughter Catherine know 6 Years old that she even considered betrothing to Arthur, it is a perfect match since there is less then a year between them and Queen Isabella's and King Ferdinand's kingdom is very cherishable and powerful and the infanta is very beautiful with wide blue eyes like herself and auburn hair like Grandma Cecily Neville her mother's hated mother-in-law that prejudiced her for a commoner and disuaded her son Edward of marrying her. Surprisingly Margaret has agreed to the match and the wedding will take place in 9 years when Arthur will be 14 years old. She also was very interested in finding a suitable match for the young Duke, however by looking in his eyes Bess can tell that he was suitable enough to choose his own wife, she hoped that his marriage to the woman he loved wouldn't tear the kingdom apart as It did upon her father's marriage.
-TIME WARP-AUGUST 1493-
-STILL ON ELIZABETH OF YORK'S POINT OF VIEW-
The noise of clashing swords And smashing maces And bashing axes aroused Bess out of bed immediatly. She shook her head in order to adjust the sound, she didn't hear that clashing And bashing And yelling since 1483 at the buckingham revolt.
'what happened?' screached Bess to Eliza
'Have you not heard your majesty?' asked Eliza 'A 27 year old boy, Claims to be your brother Richard with that her Beautiful 13 year old daughter Elizabeth with Also dark hair as her mother, came in And asked; 'Milady the kings mother insists in your presence' blurted Elizabeth Howard And then curtesyed.
'I am most impressed Elizabeth, I will install you as my Lady-in-waitings if you would like' Complimented Bess
'Your majesty is too kind' responded Elizabeth Howard, 'It would be my pleasure'
'arise, we must all find the query' tittered Bess
They all went to the dungeon chambers where Bess was called in order to greet the prisoner or how some might say the lost prince... He was strikingly handsome possessing the same Colour as herself, dark Hazel eyes and gold hair. He looked almost identically like her father...
Elizabeth, her mother was there staring at the prisoner trying to take in his features as if he was her own son, Margaret Beaufort strikes an intimidating look as if she was trying to turn the young man into ice but failed and John Argentine was looking verily so glum with an ugly look. The lad was not ugly yet on the contrary, he was the spitting image of Edward IV. Except he had Golden hair that curled at the nape of his neck, like his father's was during his youth, he had the same icy stare as Elizabeth has; his supposed mother. His Hazel eyes were pointing in all directions around the room taking in it's splendid extravagant features.
'This is everything but not like my father's court' gleamed Perkin, or is it Richard? We will never know 'what happened to the beautful tapestries, carpets and statues? 'Sister, you are very pale, and you dress very simple, are these buckles of Tin on your hand?' he said with finery
'Henry, dose not like to spend' Confirmed Bess
'The king's life style is no concern of yours' imprudently blurted Dr Argentine
'it is my family, I care about my sister as any brother should'
'What do you remember of court life?' questioned Elizabeth
'Are you against me too? Mother' asked the young man worriedly
'I do not know, but do you? Do you remember of court life?'
'Yes, father; Edward your husband, loved finery and at that food too! He used to keep a feather by him all the time and after gorging on food he'd tickle himself, go to the bathroom then resume, he was a very smart man, although Knaive nobody understood him, after 1470 you were installed In a nunnery...'
'How do you know?' inquired Elizabeth
'Brother Edward used to tell me' asserted the young man
'Continue? You surely don't need an imitation' blurted Dr Argentine
'Why yes, after 1470 he chose his advisers so closely that his other subjects were annoyed that you and uncle Richard were in his best books all the time' he continues
Elizabeth's mouth was open
'Do you, do you remember anything about me' Elizabeth asked
'Of course I do'
Both Bess and Elizabeth smiled, the court was on the edge of the prince's Tongue, or should we say; 'The great Pretender'