~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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~Days of Joy~
5th of July 1470, London....
Six days and six nights the bells of England rang out, from North to South, East to West, shouting the news from London in deafening chimes.
Bonfires burned in every field, lighting the way to heaven so even the angels could celebrate the King's fortune and wine flowed freely through the streets, bringing joy to all who tasted it! Even the devils danced when the delicate crimson drops of Burgundian red slipped into the sewers.
For his precious Prince, King Edward would spare no expense and ordered the local crier would announce his boy's birth every hour for an entire week!
"Hark! On the day, the twenty seventh of June, in this, the most fruitful year of our Lord, Queen Constance safely delivered of a healthy boy for our King! Long live Prince Edward!"
To prominent Yorkist nobles, specially commissioned medals were dispatched, made from solid gold and bearing the emblem of the Prince of Wales: three ostrich feathers beneath a crown bearing white roses!
It was similar to the sigil borne by Edward of Lancaster, now a young man in exile across the sea but England's King disregarded him entirely. There was only one true Prince of Wales and that was his boy, the sweet little cherub who mewled demandingly in his crib when he wanted something.
"He has the Plantagenet spirit!" He quipped when Constance fed him, already counting the days till he could be taken hunting.
"Mm, and the Plantagenet appetite!" She teasingly replied when her breasts ached from her son's endless feeding. There seemed not a moment in the day when her little Prince would not happily suckle from her, his lips puckered with satisfaction and one tiny hand stroking her skin.
She couldn't believe a human could be so perfect and yet, here he was, living, breathing, gaining his strength from her each and every day! She refused to let him from her sight and the thought of his christening twisted knots in her heart at first.
She would've cried, she would've pleaded, she would've even begged at her husband's feet to be allowed from her confinement early to attend the christening but found she had no need to! On the third day of their son's life, Edward entered her chamber and declared four days hence, their son would be christened at Westminster Abbey with all the pomp of a King!
She, the Queen, would be the one to carry him at the front of the procession - there would be no other.
"You are the one who delivered our boy!" He told her, whisking Edward from his crib to see if he'd gained any weight since his last visit two hours prior "You shall be the one to present him to the world! Let the people of London see their Queen!"
