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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At the funeral, Arthur, Thomas, Richard, and the rest of the men assisted each other in bringing in the casket of little Edward.
Anne walked in, holding the hands of Teddy and Maggie as the men placed the casket down. She walked up to it, still holding the hands of Maggie and Teddy.
"My boy! My Edward!" She cried out, kneeling before the coffin.
"Anne?" Richard called out, holding his hand out to her.
Anne continued to look downwards, Maggie and Teddy standing on both sides of her. She didn't pay attention to her husband, too caught up in her own grievances.
Nora glanced around uneasily as she stood beside Lizbeth, Lizzie, Cecily, and Katherine. She took a deep breath, just before stepping forward. She walked up to Richard, despite feeling uneasy about what she was about to do and how it would affect their family in the near future.
"Richard?" She called out, wanting to comfort him as he grieved, ignoring the fact that people would create even more rumors because of it.
She placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it in comfort.
Without hesitation, Richard had turned around to face Nora, the two of them hugging each other as Richard tried his hardest not to cry over his son's death in front of everyone.
Anne slowly looked up at the duo, beginning to cry even harder. She didn't blame Nora, though. Not for any of it. She blamed her husband.
Arthur and Thomas exchanged an uneasy look, watching as numerous people amongst themselves about what had happened.
Arthur sighed in frustration, unhappy that all of his time spent with Lizzie to stop the rumors about Richard and Nora had been ruined at that moment.
Lord Stanley and Lord Strange turned to each other as well, exchanging a look.
Not being able to take it anymore, Lizbeth had stepped forward, making her way over to Anne. Thomas had followed, the two of them kneeling down before they began to hug their grieving aunt as she sobbed loudly.
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In her chambers, Anne sat on her bed in her small clothes with Richard kneeling in her front of her as he helped her undress. "My father in battle; Izzy to her poisoner. My baby to her curse." She admitted softly, but after crying for several days, she had no tears left to cry.
"Anne, please," Richard pleaded, knowing what she was about to say.
"A witch's curse is all it could be. When the weak years of his boyhood were behind him," Anne weakly explained and Richard in defeat.
"Anne, I need you. Please," Richard told her quietly as he insisted her in laying down underneath the covers.
"My son is gone," Anne whispered softly as Richard helped her take off her shoes.
