The Last York Prince [AU]

Future of England

[A/N:I'm late, work has started and I feel under the weather lately]

(Arthur weds Catherine, Teddy speaks and Catherine speaks to Richard)

14 NOVEMBER 1501
ST PAUL'S CATHEDRAL

Teddy raised his tiny hands up to Richard. "Papa, up! Up!".

Richard smiled and chuckled. "You can walk, you know that right?".

"No, up!", Teddy clutched to his father's pants, tugging it.

Henry and Lizzie watched as Teddy tugged Richard's pants while Richard was trying his best not to laugh. Lizzie knelt down and called out to her grandson.

"Edward! Edward, come here!", Lizzie beckoned Teddy to come to her.

Henry pulled out a toy horse. "Edward, come here!", trying to use the horse as a motivator.

Teddy began to toddle towards his grandmother and step grandfather. Richard followed slowly behind, in case Teddy fell over.

"There he goes, just a little more", Lizzie smiled.

Teddy reached his grandmother, who picked him up, swinging him around. Teddy laughed, his voice echoed throughout the church ground.

"He's getting bigger", Henry commented.

"In a blink of an eye, he'll be even bigger", Richard chuckled.

"Next thing you know, you'll have grandchildren running around", Henry chuckled.

Freja walked towards them with Mary and Meg, causing Teddy to squirm in Lizzie's arms. "Mama! Mama!", Teddy tried to get down.

Lizzie set him down and Teddy tried to walk a little faster, but wobbly. Meg caught him in time before he fell over and spun him around.

"Oh, I miss you, Edward", Meg covered Teddy with kisses.

"No, Mama! Mama!", Teddy protested.

"You're not happy to see me?", Meg sulked.

"No, want Mama!", Teddy squirmed.

"Fine...", Meg pouted, setting Teddy down and Teddy walked to Freja.

"Don't worry, Meg. You'll have your own soon", Freja smiled, picking up her son.

"Edward, look here! I got a rose", Mary tried to get Teddy's attention with a red coloured rose.

"No, want Mama", Teddy snuggled in Freja's arms.

"We'll be here all day and forget about the wedding", Richard pointed out.

"Oh, I almost forgot. His Grace Prince of Wales is here. The Infanta should arrive soon", said Freja.

"Come, everyone", Henry beckoned them to go inside.

Henry, Lizzie and Richard, joined by Margaret Beaufort, met up with Arthur at the end of the altar. Gruffydd bowed before the Tudor monarchs and My Lady The King's Mother before stepping back a little with Richard.

Richard stepped forward once Margaret, Henry and Lizzie had spoken to Arthur. Richard fixed the crown and straightened up the jacket for the nervous groom.

"You'll do fine", Richard assured Arthur.

"I'm sorry, Richie", said Arthur.

"For what?", Richard frowned.

"I know what it took to get this alliance and I hope there was another way. I knew what you had lost..., and I'm sorry", Arthur teared up.

Richard wiped Arthur's tears. "Stop that now. It's all in the past. Dry your eyes before your bride sees it", he whispered.