In which King Edward IV finds himself captivated by a woman he cannot have and no matter how many years pass or how hard he tries, he is unable to give up on their love. For she had a place in his heart no one else could have, a place not even his o...
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Wearing her small clothes, Nora stood in her tent, anxiously pacing. Edward was due to arrive at her tent soon and a part of him felt nervous about it. She had no idea what would happen. Was she to bed him?
Hearing the flap of her tent, Nora wasted no time turning to see Edward entering. He still wore his daily clothes, the same outfit she had seen him wearing earlier when he accompanied her to find her herbs.
"Your Grace," Nora greeted Edward, wasting no time curtsying to her king.
Edward smiled softly, wasting no time greeting her back. He stared at her closely, looking forward to seeing her wearing her small clothes and nothing else.
"How are you?" Nora suddenly asked, snapping Edward out of his vulgar thoughts about her in her small clothes.
"How am I?" Edward questioned, letting out a large scoff. The question was something that didn't bring any happiness to him. He was, after all, fighting a war he didn't feel like taking part in, "I'm leading an army I would have never expected to be leading three years ago. My father and brother are dead at the hands of the Mad Queen. Your mother is out to get me and I've found myself captivated by that said woman's daughter, a girl who also happens to be the niece of the king who ruled before me."
"It was a stupid question, I'm sorry," Nora quickly apologized, an ashamed look on her face.
"No, forgive me," Edward argued, sending her an apologetic look, "You were being kind. I have no right to speak to you that way."
"You have every right," Nora smiled softly as Edward moved closer to her, "You are a king, after all."
"That's not the king I want to be," Edward confessed, an uneasy look on his face.
"Then, what kind do you want to be, Your Grace?" Nora found herself asking, a curious look on her face.
"The good kind, I suppose," Edward admitted dumbly, causing them both to chuckle, "Most kings grew up as princes for several years being taught how to rule before the crown found its way onto their heads just moments after their father's death. I, on the other hand, grew up being taught how to be Duke of York. When the war began, I assumed if my father won, he would be king. After his death, though, I was the one who became king. I've been left with a crown with no idea how to truly keep it. I have no idea how to end this war fairly. I have enemies all around me, yet I have no idea how to defeat every single one of them."
"You're King Edward of House York. You're one of the best battle commanders anyone has seen in decades," Nora assured Edward, grabbing his hand and holding it in her own, "If anyone can win this war and rule England greatly, it's you."
Edward smiled softly for a moment, slowly looking up at Nora. "What about you? What were you raised to be?"
"By my mother, I was raised to be a proper and obedient wife, one who'd do anything my future husband told me to do. My father, though, raised be have individuality. He taught me to have my own opinion and the right times to express those said opinions in order to avoid punishment by my husband and those around me. He taught me to have courage, a courage that didn't come from wielding a sword as most men do. He taught me to be wise and kind and gentle. He taught me the history of those came before me and how to make history." She explained, a large smile on her face as she thought of her father.
