Whatever I want for it

"It's a girl!" I took her from my wife's arms. I looked at her very carefully examined her little face. "Well she is a beautiful girl, and we will love her well."

"We shall have boys Edward. Sons and heirs, they shall come." Elizabeth had probably summed that I was not happy about my little girl. But indeed I was, she was beautiful like her mother. I shall love her with all my heart. "I know. You are so very lovely, Elizabeth. I could not do without you."

I lay in Cold Sweat As I hear Edward's sweat words. I could not help but smile, as I was breathing heavily from all the pain I had just endured.

Writer

Lord Warwick had arrived back at his home, and was making his way to the doors of the entrance. He had just found out something spectacular that he knew he could bait the king with. He would use in his favor. Very happy he arrived to tell the news to his wife.

The girls and their mum had been awaiting Warwick's arrival, and at last they hear the doors open. The sound of the doors shutting Echos through the halls. They stopped what they were doing and awaited for Warwick to come tell them the news. Holding in their breaths, Warwick finally came in. They exhaled and opened their ears to hear any gossip. Isabel and Anne knew how their father was, and he wasn't very fond of the Queen Elizabeth.

"It's a girl. The Queen has had a little baby girl for, Edward." Warwick sat down in his chair, waiting to hear his wife's thoughts, not that he really cared or anything.

"It makes little odds he has no heir. When she has taken all the nobles and there's no one left for ours to wed."

"Ah, but I have found the greatest biggest prize of all. And the king will give me anything I want for it." Warwick has found something to bribe the King with. He still believes he has that hold over the king that he once had. But little does he know that he longer controls the king. Nor has his full trust, he listens to his wife and her family. So we shall know if he is able to convince the King to give him what he wants.

Margaret Beaufort:

As I rode to where My son was being raise, with his uncle Jasper Tudor. I have always had a love for Jasper Tudor, however my mother married me to his brother just to see me suffer. She told me that in this world women have no control, they are to do what they are told.

Now she married me to this other man who doesn't care for the well being of my little Henry. We rode our horses until we finally reached where we were meant to meet up with Jasper. And from there he would take us to where Little Henry is staying.

"My lady, Stafford." I kept my head down, to avoid any eye contact

"Lord Tudor."

"Are you Well?"

"We are in fine Health. Shall we ride in."

That is when I finally decided to speak asking about my boys health. "Jasper, how is my Henry?"

He smiled a bit before answering my question as if thinking of how well my boy is. So that gave me a really good sign that my boy is doing well and is Healthy. Only a cruel evil person would smile at the thought of a little boy in bad shape and bad health. "He is thriving, you'll barely know him."

That instantly took my good thoughts away. I was very happy that my boy was healthy, but the thought of him forgetting me only seemed to break my heart.