"Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room you know I made your eyes burn
I will love you 'til the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby can you see through the tears?
Love you more, than those bitches before
Say you'll remember, say you'll remember,
Baby ohI will love you 'til the end of time"
Bastille - Requiem for blue jeans
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'Two years later ....
Middleham castle, September 1463.
For two years Edward and Alyssia had stolen moments together. Away from court and all it's poisonous gossip.
They would often meet in secret at a cottage Edward found on the outskirts of York near a beautiful lake.
Most evenings they would talk and joke of events that took place at court. Then they would love one another. Edward would shower her with gifts and gentle kisses which would then grow hungrier as their need for eachother.
Not wanting to pressure her Edward waited patiently until she was ready to become his wife and queen.
Although, on some occasions he would speak of fantasies of how great it would be to see her sit on the throne beside him.
To have her completely.
To love her openly.
To have her rule beside him as a partner.
And in truth so did Alyssia. Over the past two years she loved and saviour each moment they had together. Even when they were apart at court she would still wake up to a single freshly picked white rose occupying the vase which sat on bedside table.
Until today.... everything was like a fairytale to which she hoped never to awake from.
Until today...... she loved the man who had her heart and entrusted his to her in return.
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The rare gift of time (Edward IV) Book 1 In the Impossibles series.
Fanfiction"To him she was his heart" "To him she was his home" "To him she was his world" "To him she was his queen" Disclaimer I do not own the white queen of their character nor the storyline. I only own Alyssia. Under editing