The Forgotten Rose {COMPLETED}

Part I: Chapter Four - Anne, Princess of Wales

"He has an heir." Queen Margret cried in outrage. "He is a usurper, yet our lord god has blessed him with a son. Now he has hope." Her face became red, and her closed fist slammed onto the table in her chambers.

Anne cowered to the side of Margaret, her mother was stood by the window ignoring Queen as she raved. Anne wished she could have done the same, but she feared for what the queen might had done had she let slip she was not listening even for a moment. Her mother longed for her husband and was often thought about nothing else. He was in England, supporting a cause he had rebelled against for a decade. Her daughter was allied to them in marriage and slowly she was watching her old friends were pushed aside for her old enemies.

"A son born in sanctuary. A son to a man lost at sea." Anne told Margaret proudly. "He shall never be king, he is an infant. We have a king and a strong Prince in Edward." Anne was beginning to enjoy her time with Margaret; she was learning of politics and how to be a Queen. She was learning how to be her own woman and how to stand alone.

"Indeed, but he is a Yorkist heir." Margaret pointed our once more. "He is Edward of York's son, another Prince Edward."

"And once I marry Edward, I shall have an heir and we shall have another Lancastrian heir." Anne beamed to Margaret, she had dreaded the marriage at first. The thought of marrying the son of a witch had terrified the young girl; but she had come to see that Margaret was no more a witch than herself. Just a woman who fought for what she wished.

"Yes, you shall have a son." Margaret said waving her hands about frantically. "You shall have us a Lancastrian Prince to be rid of the Yorkist threat and they shall regret ever turning against Queen Margaret of Anjou." She looked at young Anne fondly, like a mother at her beloved child. "But the pope has not given us dispensation and we are not going against the church, we shall need them when the time comes to prove Edward a bastard. Only the pope can uncrown a king, that is if we don't kill him on the feild some day."

Like Anne she had come to adore the company of the young woman; both were intelligent of that Margaret was sure. Anne was young and had a passion for victory, just like her father; and Margaret she was cunning and wise, she knew just how to master her court.

"The sooner you marry the better." Lady Anne de Beauchamp said to her daughter and her Queen. "Before you plan your sons birth, you shall have to marry your betrothed." Lady Anne de Beauchamp had become bitter, her daughter had found a mother figure in Queen Margaret, a mother to show her how to be Queen. Lady Anne de Beauchamp knew many things about life but the one thing she did not know of how to be a Queen of England.

Anne was sat with her mother in the gardens when the letter came from the pope. Margaret sent a girl runnin out the fetch them, Anne's mother had thought something might have gone arrie. So the pair ran so fast as they could, holding up thier skirts as they climbed the steps and trying to collect themselves as they stood outside of the queen's rooms, but their cheek's were pink and that was always hard to hide.

Lady Anne de Beauchamp had feared that the news would be of her husband, that battle had be fought and he had met an untimely end. Moreover that Lancaster had still won the battle and killed all Edward's men, so she would never have her freedom. A husband could bring her back to York, a single daughter married to an already treacherous son couldn't. Especially not when her second daughter would be a Lancastrian princess.