"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.
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And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones
Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone
We're setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home
It was a flood that wrecked this
And you caused it"
Youth by Daughter.
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Middleham castle, June 1483.
Two long months have passed since the death of king Edward.
After the funeral Alyssia took control of the government with the help of air John and her children she won parliaments vote and now was the current regent of England.
She wasn't the queen anymore.
She was now the king.
This this meant nothing to her. The power she gained was nothing more than a tool to use in order to secure Edmunds throne.
And her children's futures.
Since the funeral Alyssia fell into a routine which some would be is self-destructive.
She would lay in bed at night with her eyes open nothing but a single candle illuminating the room.
She would lay out a shirt of Edward and place it next to her.
She was lucky it still help his scent.
Each night she would beg for him to show up. To haunt her.
But he didn't.
There was no trace nothing left of him but the memories she had.
But Alyssia knew that even the greatest of memories fade over time.
