Madelena is the granddaughter of the pope, and with her alliances is easily made for the Catholic church. So marriage is proposed to the oldest son of Richard, Duke of York. But what happens when Margaret of Anjou hears that the Pope has chosen to s...
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Chapter I - Plantagenet Wedding Bells
DECEMBER 1460 - Yorkist Camp
The cold wind acted like a hard slap to the face as Madelena and her two ladies Beatrice and Donatella got off the ship that had taken them from Rome to the Yorkshire region in England. The weather in England was cold and wet, and small drops of water fell from the sky. Drizzle it was called apparently. The three girls found it somehow comforting, the warm clothes and the cold weather.
As Madelena stepped off her ship and onto the dark wooden dock, she was met with the four sons of York and their father, all with unreadable expressions on their faces. Richard, Duke of York, the patriarch of the family. His eldest son Edward, Earl of March. The second son Edmund, Earl of Rutland. The third son George, and the fourth son Baby Richard.
Madelena kept her head down as nerves that hadn't been there before crept up as she accidentally locked eyes with the tall and rather handsome Edward. He had realised everything going on around him as he had made sure to look at her and study her features ever since she got off the boat. The long blonde hair, her pale complexion, rosy cheeks and lips, and her small frame caused her to barely reach his shoulder even if she would wear a bit of a heel.
Everything about her complimented each other perfectly. He couldn't see her face completely as she wore a thin veil over it, it was a tradition from Rome he had been told before they arrived. Edward didn't realise he was starring until his brother Edmund elbowed him in the ribcage causing their father to glare at them before he stepped forward to greet his new family member.
"Lady Madelena, it's a pleasure to meet you finally!" He exclaimed as he kissed her hand. "We've been told stories of your beauty, and allow me to tell you that they are not exaggerated. Rather they should be told more, isn't that correct Edward?"
"Uhh..." Edward didn't know what to say. The cat had gotten his tongue. It wasn't the first time he had found a woman beautiful, he found many women beautiful, very often. In fact, he was known for his many rounds de vous with different women. But he had never thought of the prospect of marriage to a woman he'd never met before and that made him look like a fool.
"I must say milady that he does not act like this normally," The senior Richard concluded and offered his arm for Madelena to take. "I guess you would like to eat before the wedding and get dressed in clean clothing? We have a tent set up for you."
"Yes that would be very nice," Madelena said as she took the Duke of York's arm, and walked away.
Madelenas' voice was like a mermaid's call to Edward, the soft and feminine yet deep voice with a rather strong Italian accent wasn't what he had expected but when he heard her talk it was obvious that she would sound like that. Once again he was in a trance. He didn't even realise that he was staring once again at Madelena until Edmund grabbed his bicep to follow Madelena and their father.
