𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙....
In a world of bloody war and misgivings that lead to treason, there is only one thing Catherine Percy can be sure of and that is danger.
Her life had not always been thus, f...
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~What a Cruel thing to do, to Part me from You~
March 1461, Haddon....
When the news came that her Father was dead, Catherine did at first not believe it. She stared at her husband (newly returned from the Towton battlefield) with grief stricken eyes. Henry Percy had been killed, struck down in the bloodiest battle ever to be fought upon English soil with the Yorks claiming victory.
Revenge for Wakefield, some said.
She shook her head, just as she had when she had found Edmund dead that cold winter's morning.... shaking it over and over again until George tried to take hold of her.
Catherine pushed him away with a sudden sob, stumbling towards the fire that blazed brightly in her bedchamber hearth. "It cannot be true!" She yelled, clinging to the tapestry that adorned the wall "it cannot be true!"
"It is" George murmured, trying to step closer again but his wife moved away, shoving past him to the window where she stared out into the courtyard. How often had she done the same as she did now? Stared out of the diamond shaped glass panes hoping that she would see her family colours, her Father. Her shoulders shook and a shallow breath past her lips.
He could not be dead! He was strong, a warrior, an Earl who did nothing but fight for his King and Queen....
"It cannot be" She whispered to herself "He will come for me....he will come" Her thoughts suddenly turned to her Mother, now a widow, to her brother, now a twelve year old Earl "Oh my poor dear Hal....my brother. If only...." Her thoughts suddenly turned to anger, to hatred, the long lit fire that had smouldered in her hatred for the Neville now burning brighter than ever.
If they had not taken her she would not be at Haddon, she would be at Alnwick. If they had not taken her she would not be married, she would be free. If they had not taken her....she would be able to comfort her Mother.
If they had not taken her, she would have seen her Father again.
If they had not taken her then her Father's face would be more than a handsome blur that escaped her, one that would only focus when she dreamt and sometimes even then it would not work. She was forgetting, like all young children did and now, she would not have a chance to remember.
A sudden bolt of rage made her shudder, made tears stream down her cheeks, hot and stinging, blurring her vision, blurring the image of the man she turned upon.
"You" She hissed, pointing accusingly at George who stared at her with pure sympathy "If you and your kin had not taken me then I would be at Alnwick now, comforting my Mother and my brother while they comforted me!" Again, she shook her head, the anger in her voice fading away to uncontrollable weeping.
