Life Recreated

Mary

13

'The Duke of Pessline South has been murdered. Slaughtered on his wedding day by the Yorks.' 

'We have to act now! Rally up our men, and clash our swords with theirs.'

'The treat is not the self-proclaimed York King but Harry, we should focus on him.' 

Mary sat at her father's meeting. listening but instructed not to breath a single word.

'The Duke is dead, we should rejoice!' Sir Mapel said. 'One successor scraped from the list, Mary has more chance than any of two left.'

'I agree,' her father always agreed with Sir Mapel. 'Princess Magnoliahas fleed to Holland. Only a fool shall arm her with men. And Harry, it is well rumoured he is a bugger.'

'If that is the case,' other parties joined in. 'lord edward is our opposite. He is our greatest threat.'

I am your greatest threat, thought Mary. Once they'd put on her crown, she'd polish them all off, starting with her father. Any men that wronged her. Sir Mapel, lord Greg, Bernard, a list full of them. 

'Harry is to wed! if he is wed, he will be king.'

'Nay, nay, Princess Magnolia, England had called King Philip a usurper for most of his reign. England shall protest to have their truest heiress back.'

'Mary shall marry then,' she heard her father rise. 'if that serves our cause,'

'That will mere induce our cause. Princess Magnolia, she is the treat.'

'What would you have me do, good sir?'

Sir Standon had already came up with a shrewd plan. 'send a letter to king William the III.' he instructed. 'Tell him, you'd like to marry your daughter to his heir, William IV.'

Mary's father waved it off like a fly pestling him. 'the future royal line of england shall stay pure of english blood.'

'I promise you this, do as I say and you will see your daughter sit on that Throne.'

Her father grew still. his ears prickling to such a promise like a cat, hearing its owner put a tray of food to serve. 

'Tell the king of orange, if he wants his son to rule both the nether regions and england, he must do away with the princess.' he deduced. 'in a polite manner of course.'

The princess had been the target of any greedy men, dreaming of the throne. Though she hadn;t stepped in english soil in over 30 years, she was still feared.

'You'd have her killed,' Mary heard herself speak. 'Hasn't she suffered enough.'

'Be quiet,' her father shot her a dirty side-ways glance.

'I will not,' she dared. 'If I am to be a Queen someday, I will not let blood write my history in librarian books.'

' But my lady, histroy has always been wriiten in blood and gore. if it is not penned down in blood, my queen,' Sir Mapel smirked. 'There will be no books to be written for you at all.'  

then let me write it in yours.