The Last York Prince [AU]

Uncanny Alliance

(Who would've guessed on this..., possible alliance?)

EARLY SUMMER 1502

Henry stumbled upon his mother in her riding habits with Meg and Mary. "Mother? Girls? Where are you going?", he asked.

Margaret and her granddaughters curtsied to Henry. "We would like to visit Richard in Bedford. They are worried, Henry".

"Please, father. We haven't heard a word from Richie in a month. He always writes", said Mary.

Henry sighed and nodded. "Please, be careful".

They made the journey to Bedford with a handful of soldiers. Drew was busy stacking hays when one of the townsfolks came running, saying a royal entourage was on its way here.

Drew washed himself quick and made himself presentable. He combed back his blonde hair and placed his cap on top.

He told Sarah and both walked out to greet My Lady The King's Mother and the Princesses of England. Drew bowed and Sarah curtsied to the Tudors as they descended from their horses.

"Forgive us for this impromptu visit. We would like to see your master", said Margaret.

"His Grace is not home", said Drew.

"But Lady Gloucester is. I shall call her and you can wait in the study room", said Sarah.

"Where's my brother?", asked Meg.

"He's at the church. He should be back later, Your Grace", said Drew.

"Girls, why don't you follow Miss Barnley and wait for your sister? I shall go find Lord Gloucester. If you please, Mr Barnley, escort me there", said Margaret.

Drew nodded. He never liked her, but for today, he will remain neutral. Sarah took the princesses in while her brother took the king's mother to the church.

Richard was found at the second row right side pew, hands clasped together with his rosary wound around them. His head was lowed and occasionally, you can hear silent sobs from him. Drew returned home while Margaret took the empty space next to Richard.

"If you speak of God's will, don't. I'm not in the mood", Richard spoke, sensing her presence.

"If it's not His will, then you supposed it is your grandmother's curse?".

"Who's guilty now? You or my father?".

"I do not know anymore".

"Why are you here?".

"To be honest..., I do not know. Perhaps, as someone who has known lost, I truly am worried for you".

"Lost? What have you lost? Your son sits upon the throne. If anyone has known lost between the two of us, it would be me. How many of the people that I love has to die for your son to be where he is now?".

"You can't blame me for the death of your son".

Richard chuckled and stayed silent for a bit. Then, he frowned for a moment, recalling something.

"Could it be Queen Anne?".

"What about Queen Anne?".

"Could she have done it?".

Margaret shook her head. "She's far too kind of a woman to have done such thing".

"Then who? If not either of our sides, then who? The curse said their sons shall be taken from them. My son and my brothers are dead. Arthur and Edmund are dead. If not you, your son or my father, then who?".