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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~Take me Home~
Even though the air was warm and the sun beat down on the city of London, Richard had seen that she was wrapped tightly in a furred cloak. Catherine watched as their coffers were loaded onto wagons, her belongings carted away, departing before their Lord and Lady in an effort to arrive at Fotheringhay before they did.
She stood in the courtyard of the palace, cradling her swelled belly while the Queen held her son atop a small dapple pony held still by a groom. It was the Duke and Duchess' parting gift to their kin and they seemed most pleased by it! The little Prince bounced happily in the leather saddle, dressed in a dove grey doublet with wisps of golden hair on his head.
Richard was in deep conversation with the King, smiling at one remark or another as Edward clapped him merrily on the shoulder.
They would be away soon, Catherine was sure, and in truth she could not wait! For almost two years she had resided in London, in the midst of the royal court where gossip was devoured as eagerly as the finest food and rumours swirled the corridors daily. She longed for the quiet halls of Fotheringhay, for the company of her husband and child (or children) as it would soon be!
As soon as she arrived, she knew she must submit to her confinement but did not mind, after all, peace was what she desired! Her only hope was the boredom of seeing the same four walls every day would not outweigh it.
"Mother!" Little Henry called as he toddled up to her, tugging at her skirts and she smiled, tilting her head.
"Yes, my love?" Henry grinned and pointed behind him, drawing her attention to a carriage being pulled by two fine horses into the courtyard. The sound of their hooves echoed on the cobbles and the King immediately noticed, grinning at Richard before he made his way towards the carriage.
If she were able, Catherine would've picked her son up but as it were, she could not and so simply took his hand.
"Elizabeth" She murmured when the carriage came to a halt and the Queen turned, lifting Prince Edward into the safety of her arms and watching his Father. The wooden door opened and a man emerged, a rather tall one with spindly limbs and grey hair.
He possessed a bushy beard on his chin and his dark brown eyes glinted with secrecy as he surveyed his surroundings. When he saw the King he bowed, smiled, but there was no warmth to his unsettling grin and Catherine clutched Henry's small hand a little tighter.
"Ah, Stanley" Edward greeted brightly, nodding to the thin man as a woman emerged from the carriage with dark brown hair partially hidden by a veil. Her skin was alabaster, her lashes as dark as her eyes which appeared all seeing, like her husband's, when she peered around. They settled on the Queen and Elizabeth raised her chin suspiciously as she approached, watching the careful curtsy she dipped into.
