❝ Tell me losing everything is what saved you,
Tell me you finally tasted freedom.
Can you even imagine yourself in paradise?
Even the daughter of gods must know loneliness, must sometimes want nothing more than to be trapped in a hell of forevers...
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Warwick Castle, Warwickshire
The Frenchmen who had fought for Tudor busted through the front door, led by the Stanleys.
As they walked into the main room, where the girls hid behind one of the tapestries, Caitlin bounced Kathryn slightly to avoid the toddler crying.
"I can smell the women," one of the Frenchmen spoke to the others in a vicious tone, causing the older five girls to exchange a disgusted look with each other.
Soon enough, one of the men locked eyes on Lizzie, who revealed herself to be standing behind the tapestry, not showing the slightest bit of fear toward them.
"Get back from us," Lizzie warned the men in French.
"Listen to her and get back, you pigs," Caitlin growled, speaking in French as well. Beside her, Lily pointed a dagger in their direction, warning them not to come any closer to her or her sisters.
Despite that, the men moved forward, two of them grabbing ahold of Lizzie while the others grabbed the other girls, causing Kathryn to wail as Caitlin was manhandled.
Bella screamed as one of the men grabbed her and without thinking, the girl bit the man on the arm. The Frenchman yelled out and without hesitation, slapped her across the face, causing both her and Nora both to tumble down to the floor.
"How dare you!" Lily screamed in English, letting out a growl as she lunged for the man who had struck her little sisters.
The man who hit Bella grabbed onto Lily's wrists and in retaliation, she roughly shoved him backward before she slashed him across the arm with her dagger.
"I am Princess Lily of York! I am betrothed to King Henry Tudor and he will gladly kill you if he knows you've laid a hand on his intended queen," Lily growled at the man, hoping that mentioning the Tudor pretender would result in the men not grabbing her and her sisters in such a way again.
"King Henry sent us here to fetch you back to London," Sir William Stanley spoke up, causing Lizzie to turn to glare at him hatefully.
Sir Thomas Stanley entered, picking up a grape off the table and taking a bite out of it, making his way over to his brother to stand in front of Lily.
"By the hair, if need be," William Stanley taunted her, smirking slightly when he saw the way she seemed to be boiling with anger. "He did not specify a method."
Thomas Stanley smirked, enjoying the sight. When her brother was king, Lily always paraded herself around court with an air of arrogance around her. She was beautiful, she was a Princess and she knew it. But now that Edmund had been overthrown, the Yorkists were nothing. She was nothing.
"You traitor!" Lily screamed at him loudly, on the verge of lunging forward when her mother suddenly appeared in the doorway, a calm expression on her face.
