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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~To be With a York~
Nottingham Castle....
Catherine's breathing was steady as she slept on the bed that she had been placed in upon her arrival at Nottingham Castle. Ever since becoming unconscious in her gardens at Haddon, she had not woken and lay atop the covers in deep sleep, hands placed atop her gown; golden hair placed neatly upon the pillows.
The morning light shone through the large windows of the chamber, golden rays cascading onto the velvet covers, onto her as the curtains were drawn back. She did not dream, her mind was clear of all but darkness but a peaceful one that kept her in peaceful sleep. Until, the morning light struck her face and her porcelain skin was encased in an amber glow that awakened her to the world.
Her eyelids flickered, face turning away from the light so that she might catch a few moments of sleep but sleep escaped her and her memory was suddenly captured by the events of the previous day. When she had been torn mercilessly from her home....
Eyes snapping open, she forced herself from the covers, groaning at the stiffness that made her limbs ache torturously.
Fear rose within her each second, rising to the brim of her pounding heart as she looked around the unfamiliar chamber she was in. No Agnes....no Georgie....no servants she knew, just an empty chamber, luxuriously furnished that was empty of every soul but her. Nottingham castle, she assumed and an urge to flee filled her, forcing her tingling legs into movement, to jump down from the bed.
The wooden door just a few feet away seemed to beckon to her, calling her to the golden handle it held, one she she ran to, grasping the metal with urgency. Twisting it back and forth, it was not long until she realised it was locked and began to pull with insistence, trying with all of her frail strength to make the door give way. It did not, holding fast under its lock until Catherine let go with a defeated sob she had been trying to repress.
'Again' She thought in despair, slumping back against the wall with a mind spinning with disbelief. Again she had been taken against her will by strangers, moved around like a piece on a chess board where she had no power. She was just a pawn when she wished to be a Queen, then she would have power, then she could lead a life that she had some choice in. After all, some was better than none, wasn't it?
Catherine jumped at the rattle of a key in a lock came from the other side of the door and the heavy wood swung open just moments later to reveal a glistening figure. Dressed in robes of cloth of gold, adorned with rubies and wearing a crown, a flaxen haired man strode into the chamber, panicked surprise filling his piercing blue eyes as the girl he had come to see suddenly fainted before him.
