~𝕭𝖊𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝖎𝖘 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌~
Born the youngest daughter of Charles I, Duke of Bourbon, Constance of Bourbon grows up amidst comfort and splendour on her powerful family's estates in France. A shy child, she prefers her...
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~The Most Lucky~
28th of June 1461, The Tower of London....
The soft glow of morning called Constance to consciousness as golden beams slipped through diamond-paned windows. For the past week she and Edward had stayed in the ageing fortress by the River Thames, away from the great, bustling halls of Westminster Palace, as was tradition for monarchs before their coronation.
The chambers were sumptuous, freshly furnished for the new King and Queen, the gardens were pleasant and yet, Constance couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as she walked about the place. The shadows on the walls had eyes, the paintings too, watching her every step as she moved from room to room.
But she tried not to think on that.
They would be crowned together, she and Edward, in the first double coronation since Richard the second was crowned beside his Queen, Anne of Bohemia. The thought made her smile and, her mind still encased by sleep, she stretched a hand across the bed, searching for the warm body of her husband only to find the sheets cold.
Her eyes fluttered open.
Blinking, she slowly sat up, her body trying to rouse itself as her vision adjusted and she peered past the heavy velvet bed curtains.
It was then, she saw him, sat at his desk before the great chamber window, his arms folded on the wooden surface, head bowed. The morning light cast an ethereal glow onto him, making his hair shine the bright golden hue of an angel's halo, but never had an Angel looked more downcast then Edward did.
Her heart ached.
While he smiled and laughed when discussing the coronation plans, picking and choosing what he wanted and what he did not when under the eyes of the court, when they were alone, he withered like a flower in winter.
The coronation marked the true beginning of his reign, the reign meant to be his Father's, a celebration meant to be attended by Edmund and Thomas. He bore a weight not meant to be carried by one so young and Constance did everything she could to help lessen his burden.
Pulling back the covers, she slipped from the bed, nightgown fluttering around her ankles, tiptoeing to the desk and sliding her hands around her husband's broad shoulders.
"Come back to bed, my love" She whispered "The hour is still early and you must rest" Edward only sighed, letting his head settle on her arm. "I cannot rest, not when I know when the sun sets I shall bear my Father's crown....."
"It is your crown now" She murmured into his hair and he drew in a sharp breath "It feels wrong, I know, Ned but if the crown was to fall to anyone, your Father would want it to be you. You heard what your Mother said the day you rode into London....." "That my Father would be proud" "And he would! I know that he is!"
