Beatrix

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Beatrix held her mother-in-law's hand to her stomach.

'I shall ned your assistance,' 

Mirt, quite torn apart, found it difficult to see this through. 'what do you need of me?'

'Before the king dies, I seek an audience with him.'

His mother-in-law, sister to the King's mother, told her how weak he had become. 'he is to die at any given moment.'

Beatrix insisted. 'I will journey by foot if I must, just get me in one room with the king regent.'

This babe, would be the saviour of all england. and be ruled by a soulless woman. 

'do this for me, and I will make the Yorkies pay,'

Mirt, felt betrayed by Beatrix of course, but no amount of pain triumphed over the killing of her son. 

'I shall see what I can do.'

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