I knew that I was a terrible ruler.
As I saw the blood of Yorkists being spilled because of me, I contemplated all of my life choices, good and bad. Murders. Meeting my wife. So many choices. I was a good-looking man with a bad reputation.
Suddenly, my head tipped back, I cried in pain and anguish, then I fell forward onto my horse.
Then, I could only see black.
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Whatever it Takes: A Richard III Historical Fiction in his Perspective
Historical FictionSome of you may know Richard III from the Shakespearean play Richard III. Some of you may barely recognize his name from history classes from years ago. Some of you may know him as "The Carpark King" from 2012. Some of you may be history lovers and...
