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 my Heart Doth Lie~
May 1470....
"Papa!"
Henry's excited screech filled the air as he caught sight of his Father riding through the Tower gates beside the King. Attempting to pull away from his Mother's skirts, his little legs were eager, trying to run despite being able to manage little more than a quick toddle. Even then he had a tendency to fall and so Catherine held him fast, scooping him into her arms while the Queen stood at her side.
The sun shone down upon them, gloriously blinding against the backdrop of clear blue that coloured the sky, celebrating the York victory. The storm was long gone, it's fury vanished, fallen to allow entry to the soft peace that filled the land. For then, at least.
Neither woman had spoken of that nightmarish night since it'd come to pass two weeks ago but no words needed to leave their lips for the other to know of the constant dread filling their stomach at the memory of it.
It was a dread that refused to sway, refused to dissipate even when Elizabeth revealed that she was with child; carried a York Prince within her belly. The river had told her of her good fortune, she said, and now she prayed daily to the Holy Virgin for the safe deliverance of her son. Still the worry of the storm lingered, not even lessened by the joy of new life, leading Catherine to believe a life had been taken.
But who's, she could not say.
The King grinned from ear to ear as he rode to the Tower steps, signalling over his shoulder for the heavy wagons that followed to gather by his side. They were filled with peaches and salt cod, Catherine realised and Elizabeth let out an overjoyed cry, rushing to her husband as he leapt from his horse to embrace her.
"For my Queen and our son!" He declared, looking triumphantly to his brother who let a small smile flit across his lips "And you must have some too Dickon!"
"Papa!" Henry squealed again, wiggling in his Mother's arms and that was when Richard's face truly lit, eyes filling with adoration at the sight of his wife and child. The relief was all too clear and Catherine could not help but rush down the wooden steps to greet him, gathering his armoured body into her soft embrace; Henry clasped between them.
"Oh, my love" She breathed, pressing kisses to his cheeks "You do not know...."
"How relived you are?" He finished with a wry smile, smoothing a hand over Henry's flaxen curls as the little boy clasped onto the leather straps of his armour "As relived as I am, I'll wager" Lifting his son into his arms, he took Catherine's hand, gently leading her away from the confines of the tower while Edward and Elizabeth indulged in their joyous reunion.
