The Last York Prince [AU]

Regency

(Margaret and Richard confront the king of his decision. Margaret and Richard sit together to discuss. Catherine and her ladies sit with Freja as they listen to the time when Freja first met Richard

A/N: that pic? Imagine a tall 18 year old Richard, standing with that face, threatening people. To be honest, I don't mind 😉

A/N 2: this dinner was supposed to happen after Meg left for Scotland, but I know what I'm doing..., kinda)

Richard wiped his mouth with the cloth. He turned to his wife, who was as disbelief as he was.

"Freja, sunflower, please take my sisters and the dowager princess to their rooms. My Lady The King's Mother and I would like to discuss with the king".

Freja took the girls away, leaving Richard, Margaret Beaufort and King Henry Tudor. Richard poured more wine and downed it in one go.

"I think it's more suitable. Harry is far too young", Henry began.

Richard let out a short laugh. He poured more wine and drank that in one go.

"You are out of your goddamn mind", said Richard.

"What? It's more sensible than letting her wait until Harry is of age", Henry leaned back into his chair.

"I disagree at first, but I have to agree with Lord Gloucester", said Margaret.

"You think Spain will agree to it?", Richard asked.

Henry sighed. "I know it sounds..., wrong".

"Wrong? It's about as wrong as I am, if not worse!", Richard exclaimed.

"That is not related to the matter on hand", said Henry.

"My mother hasn't been dead for long and you're already planning your own wedding. One, I doubt Isabella of Castile will agree and two, I doubt the princess, your former daughter-in-law, will agree to it!".

"I'm sure I can persuade her", said Henry.

Richard turned to Margaret Beaufort. "And you? Why are you silent?", he asked.

When Margaret didn't say a word, Richard shook his head and drank some more. He wiped his mouth and got up.

"I'm going to bed. You two can discuss whatever you wish because I don't give a shit anymore", Richard walked away, not minding Margaret reprimanding him of his language.

Richard arrived into his private apartment and Freja wasn't in the bedroom. He figured she was with the girls and he would wait.

William was in his crib, surrounded by Sarah, Hilda and Celia, who were mending shirts, reading and stitching, respectively. The ladies curtsied when they saw him at the door.

"Where is my wife?".

"I thought she is with you", said Hilda.

Richard sighed. "Stay with William. I'll find her".

Richard headed out. He first went to his sisters' rooms, but Freja wasn't there. So, he went to Catherine's quarters.

Freja and Catherine sat by the fire. Freja helped Lina to remove the pins and hair net from Catherine's hair before brushing it.

"You have very beautiful hair, Your Highness", said Freja as she brushed Catherine's hair.

"I will not marry the king, Lady Gloucester", Catherine spoke.

"I know", Freja spoke with tenderness.

"I am here to honour the treaty, but this is not what I imagine".