The rare gift of time (Edward IV) Book 1 In the Impossibles series.

Chapter XXII: A Kings Celebration.

"You're dripping like a saturated sunrise

You're spilling like an overflowing sink

You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece

And now I'm tearing through the pages and the ink"

Colors - Halsey.

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Westminster palace, 1475.

In the courtyard Alyssia was stood hand in hand with Edward and they prepared to say goodbye once more.

This time Alyssia knew in her bones that Edward will return to her this time.

She was certain.

But that's not to say that she didn't feel sadness or that sinking feel in her gut.

Because she did.

She didn't want him to go, but she knew he must for Edmund and their futures.

"This is the part I always dread. When I have to watch you go."

Edward pulled her into his embrace. Their breath was warming each others skin.

"This will be the last time I promise you my love." He kissed her dearly kneeling he would not be able to feel or see her for months.

Pulling out of her husbands embrace she smiled walking over to her eldest son.

"My dear boy. You are now a man."

Edmund smiled at his mother words.

"Now you must promise me that you will listen to your father always and do as he says without question. And that you will write to me and tell me if your health and safety."

"I will mother, I promise."

Nodding she pulled him into a bone crushing hug.

"Your majesty I believe you are crushing the prince."

The voice of George caused her to ripple in disgust.