~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 Freedom to be No One~
September 1475, the Yorkist camp....
Tying the sash of her heavy bed robe with a firm yank, Constance sat down at her dressing table, a frown on her face as Katherine began to pull the pins and ribbons from her hair.
Earlier that day, the treaty between France and England had been signed - the war was ended, her daughter was no longer hers, she was promised to her Mother's homeland. George was furious, cursing everything and everyone under the sun, using words Constance wasn't sure even existed in his rage as he stormed around the King's tent, demanding Edward go through with the war, accusing her of taking away what was rightfully his.
He'd glared at her with such hatred that she was sure any trace of their happy kinship was now dead and buried.
The Kings had met in Picquigny, just eight miles from Amiens, on a specially built bridge where the two sides gathered but neither of the Queens were there.
The two women who had built the treaty, who had crafted it, hadn't been invited nor were they invited to the festivities after - not that they would've gone. The Kings of France in England went drinking and whoring in Amiens in celebration of their newfound friendship and Constance would've found it laughable if she wasn't so disgruntled.
"Are you well, your grace?" Katherine asked and her mistress' eyes flicked up to hers in the mirror before them. "I would be" She murmured, pulling off her rings "If I didn't know my husband was away whoring in celebration of a treaty I made"
"I feel exactly the same, sister" Constance's head whipped around, eyes widening as a group of women in dark cloaks strode into her tent, their leader throwing back her hood to reveal Queen Charlotte. She stood with a gasp, hands flying to hastily push her loose hair behind her shoulders.
"What are you doing here?" She breathed, looking to the entrance "My guards...." "I told them we had arranged to meet while our husbands celebrated" Charlotte spoke calmly, hands folded in front of her, as if her appearance was nothing near a shock of the highest order "May I sit?"
All Constance could do was nod as she and her ladies stared, watching as Charlotte took a seat at the nearby table, waving for her own ladies to sit near the tent entrance "Come Constance....please"
She slowly approached, sitting down opposite the French Queen as she poured them each a goblet of wine; passing her one. "I was not expecting you" "Even if you were I doubt our husbands would've payed any mind to it. By now they shall be so far deep into their cups they won't be able to tell the Devil from God"
