Life Recreated

King's Mother

Part II: An Empty Throne 

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The King was nearly dead, though not entirely. England was waiting, getting impatient even. The king's mother, also, had sensed the finality of her son's contentious farewells had dragged on for far too long. 

The Queen of Scots had aspired to (as to put it in her own words)  help the process with a little bit of an assistance, served in his medicinal drinks. 

'Poison? you ponder to assassinate the King?' Dada wrote to her, almost immediately after receiving correspondences from her queen daughter. 

'I shall inform you, the King of France is getting impatient.'

'Tell him, he will keep his impatience to himself, as I hold still all the cards,'

  Dauphine Clarissa Catherine Bourbom had been born in Paris as the youngest daughter of a French noble family, now distant relatives crowned to the French cause. If she came to think about it, her hate originated from her youth. 

As to recount it, England had in hindsight not fully grasped what it did when their King had allowed her uncle's request for marriage. 

It was the spring of 1309, when it happened. The English troops had invaded French soil, and blood had stained history forever. Over a thousand Noble men had perished at an Englishmen's sword, including her mother, father, and grand-père, Monsieur Tuileries. 

She had been too young to understand, however time had been enough to be taught of those horrors. At the age of twelve, Dada had moved to live in over 6 homes in spades. At the age of fifteen she had been sold, by her uncle to an English King. 

Dada, was ridden with loathing. Though it was not by chance, fate had brought her at this cross road. 

God had given her this opportunity, and by his name, she would grasp it. 

She gave him two children, Prince Philip and Princess Elizabeth. Both had grown up to rule. England' was Philip's, and Lizzie inherited Scotland by marriage. 

Philip was raised by his father, and by england. a true englishman, unfortunately. But Lizzie was all hers. Thus the conspiring had began. 

Her cousin, Son of his uncle, the king of France by now, Francis had been involved early on, on the project. 

It had seemed, most of her life as Queen of england, and conspiring against it, that her plans would fail. Until, by gods will, her son were to die, and his mind went stray. And by god's will, he gave him no heirs. 

This is what God wants, she was sure. To bring England to its knees to France. 

vive la France, by the grace of god, it will be all over soon.