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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~Where Fear Lingers and Joy Dies~
"How long is the road to Fotheringhay, my love?"
From the pile of papers scattered across their bed, Richard looked up, observing his wife at the window. She was watching the snow fall, a favourite pastime of hers, eyes trained upon each delicate flake floating down from the sky as if it were an angel sent from heaven.
Her lithe body was tucked into the delicate arch, knees drawn up to her chest and hair loose beneath a crown of pearls. He'd always liked her hair loose and had a feeling he always would.
"About three weeks I should say" He replied, looking around at the packed coffers that crowded Catherine's rooms, each filled with gowns and jewels worthy of a Queen. 'Fine taste' He remembered Francis calling her indulgence of luxury, Richard simply thought it expensive but, then again, he was the one to indulge her and it made him happy to do so. He would never deny her a single thing, that could be sure!
Catherine had wasted no time in ordering the servants to pack for their move across the country, sitting in her chambers day after day while men and women buzzed around her. Richard did not know how many times he had heard her order a gown to be straightened or a necklace polished before it was placed in its casket! Once or twice he feared he would go mad but, looking at her serene figure now, he knew he could never go mad when she was around. That would only happen if she left.
"If we depart tomorrow, ma belle, we shall be there before Christmas! The festivities shall give us a chance to establish the household as our own and acquaint ourselves with the buildings!" Catherine smiled at that. "Will we not be expected at court? After all, the Queen has just given England another Princess!"
"Exactly!" Richard sighed, looking over his papers once again "Another Princess. They love little Mary, of course, but she is not the boy hoped for! Edward has given us permission to take leave of the court for Christmas, it shall be just us!"
"And Rob! And Francis!" Catherine volunteered, eager to integrate her dearest friends into her new life. Just because she was moving did not mean they had to be left behind!
"Aye" Richard murmured "Rob can but Francis is still underage and if you think he will be set free...." "Then I am a fool!" She finished with a sigh "Some day he shall be free and then we will all be together again. After all, Rob said we are a family and I like the thought. Families should not be parted, not ever...."
Her soft voice trailed away at that and she leant her head reluctantly against the stone wall behind. She was right, families should not be parted....but hers had been and she feared it would forever be that way. Her Mother and brother, while secure, were no friends to the Yorkist court and she was sure that Henry would not likely be caught making friends with her husband.
