Based upon the true story of Henry V and the battle of Agincourt. Also I don't own the character of Henry V although wish I did as he is my ideal man( ha-ha) Also does contain sex and violence. so read at your own discretion.
Lady Elisabeth has l...
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Henry said again to the Captain as Elisabeth was pulled away by the King's Uncle. She felt the tears sliding down her face and leaned more heavily on Sir Thomas fearing she would collapse. She heard them scream from behind her, as the bows were strung and the arrows fired at each prisoner one by one. There screams and cry's echoing off the trees and then deathly silence.
"Come away. My lady. Please don't look. I am sorry my dear but this is the way of war" he said gently clasping her arm tightly. His wide hazel eyes were soft and warm as he gave her a sad smile. She felt nausea spread through her as she clung to his arm even tighter. Looking at the boy who was on the other side of her. He was still crying silently.
" I will speak to my nephew. Please don't worry. He will forget about you being put under house arrest once he is calmer. That's his Plantagenet temper. His father had it too."
A horse suddenly thundered towards them " Protect the King!" the Captain cried again. The archers who were left standing made a small circle around Henry.
" Stay here"
Thomas whispered letting go of her arm and ran back towards his nephew drawing his sword.
Elisabeth ignoring Thomas's instructions limped back along with the boy.
" Stay close to me."
She told the boy taking his trembling hand in hers, as a dappled grey horse approached with the French herald sitting on it.
He looked worn out, blood adorned his clothes and his face was covered in mud. He slowly got down from his horse and fell to his knees before Henry into the mud churned ground. He bowed his head. The archers drew back but still had there arrows strung pointing at the herald ready to fire at a moment's notice.
Elisabeth felt her heart miss a beat. She felt afraid for the herald after what had happened to the prisoners. Her eyes flicked to the bodies of the dead prisoners that lay on the ground.
" Your Majesty"
Silence hung in the air as Henry looked at the herald with a puzzled expression.
" Where are your troops?" He continued to look down at the flustered herald, who still had his head bowed. The herald brought it up slowly meeting Henry's gaze
" You won your majesty. The battle is yours, you are victorious." with that he held out his hands towards Henry.
" We only ask you for one thing and that's to collect our dead your majesty"
Henry took hold of the herald's hands and helped him to his feet. Grasping his hand for a moment and giving the herald a solemn look.
" You may take your dead men" He turned from the French herald who bowed his head again and turned to his Uncle.
" Uncle you will go with him. I want numbers of the dead. There's and ours."
His Uncle nodded as he passed Henry putting a brief hand on Henry's shoulder. The herald turned to follow Sir Thomas but stopped and turned back to Henry.
" You truly are a great King and a true warrior your majesty" with that he bowed along with Thomas and then left.
The Captain gave a cry of happiness and Henry fell to his knees and prayed to God thanking him for the victory. Elisabeth hugged the boy and they made their way slowly back towards the camp. Elisabeth clutching onto the boy as she limped along.
As they neared the camp. She heard the sound of a galloping horse. Turning, she saw Willow galloping towards her. Elisabeth gave a loud cry her eyes filling with tears. Willow stopped before her and the boy, dropping her head and pawing the ground snorting. Elisabeth fell towards her, flinging her arms around Willows's neck and hugging onto her tight. Feeling her soft mane tickle her nose but she didn't care. She also didn't care that Willow was covered in dirt, mud, and blood. None of that mattered. All that mattered was Willow was safe. She cried gently as she stroked her mane. The boy silently looked on.
After a while, leaning on Willow for support, her and the boy walked in silence back to the camp.
They realized the men already knew of the victory as they were singing about England and women. Elisabeth covered the boy's ears and led him through the joyful camp but it was infectious and Elisabeth found herself smiling and humming along to the merry tunes.
A man approached them and lifted Elisabeth up twirling her around until she felt dizzy. She laughed as he popped her down gently. Willow snorted in disapproval next to her.
"Fine horse that." He said drunkenly slurring his words.
Willow stomped her feet in protest.
Elisabeth smiled and thanked him quickly before steering Willow and the boy towards there tent.
"I will find a place to tie up the horse." Said the boy. He walked off with Willow in tow. Obediently following him.
Her leg pained her but she was too happy at this moment to let it affect her too much. She was going home. She had survived this ordeal along with her horse and the boy.'
Her heart skipped. She would see her children again but a nagging thought scared her. Would they recognize her?
Maybe they would think her Ma-Mare was their mother. She gave a small gasp and a tear fell down her cheek. And now she was under house arrest what would her children think of her and her poor mother. She had been gone for so long. Hals's cruel words came floating back to her.
Ducking inside the tent. The tears started to fall again down her face. She curled up into the straw on the ground and started to sob.
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