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'God needs my boy in heaven.' she told the court. 'do we betray his cause, the cause of god! no we do not. we must think it over, thoroughly and then once more to be certain.'
The court roused. 'who do you expect us to crown? a commoner? you?' sir Hyues laughed. 'no I shall not. We must crown Harry!'
the King's Mother pouted. 'Do so, and you good sir, shall suffer at the hand of God.'
The court was restless again. tugging and yelling witlessly as no one was giving to reason.
'I have another son.' she offered. 'crown him.'
'A bastard for a king!'
'you must be mad!'
'the people will not stand for it, we must choose Magnolia!'
The King's Mother had it. They had forgotten whom they were speaking to.
'I have men,' she warned gravely. 'twenty and five thousand men, men that are not afraid. Men that will do as I say. Choose Magnolia and you will have a war. War with the House Abbot, and Houses that remain loyal to his grace's cause.'
'This is madness, madness I say! Mary is young, beautiful, and strong willed. England will love her, she is what we need to keep the realm at peace.'
After the death of the Duke, peace was not even an option.
'I will have no peace!' she screamed across the room. 'my son, the KING shall have no peace, not on his death bed nor with God. do you not uphold the will of god? are you heretics?'
The room stirred once more. Noble men acting like brutes. cursing, and threatening with war.
'I purpose this.' the king's mother said, a lost effort to land the court's ear. 'Crown the Queen of Scots and let us join as one.'
Noble men, whom had heard her talk, spat at the floor and looked crossly at her.
'then I swear this.' she stood to her feet. 'on the grace of my son, you will have war.'
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Life Recreated
Storie d'amoreWhen the most powerful man on the earth falls deadly ill, with no heirs to take his place; his crown is to be given to one of his closets relative. The Duke of Pessline South. But when the Duke, unexpectedly gets murdered, the successor is inconclus...
