Fuel to the Fire

Elizabeth Woodville, The Queen Of England:

I was very angry, these women think they can walk right into my home, and be treated like princesses again, why because the king has allowed them to come back. No way in hell, and then they have the nerve to blame my father and brothers death on war. When they know damn well that it was their doing.

Sure it was Warwick that gave the command, but they did nothing to stop it. They knew what that man was doing was very much wrong. And now, they will regret it. They will regret ever stepping foot in this palace ever again. They will regret ever meeting me. They will regret killing my father and John. And they will regret being related to Warwick.

My anger cause the candle next to me to go out. But I wasn't gonna stop there, that only added fuel to the fire.

"Your Grace,I must return to my lore and husband." So now they were scared out of their wits. Well good, and I currently was not allowing it to leave. As she turned to leave, I had satisfaction of telling her off.

"You will go whenever I command, Countess Warwick. And all of you will dance to whatever tune I sing." I was finished looking at their disgraceful faces, I walked out, dashing past them. Not caring who I pushed out on the way.

My mother followed suit behind me, as I walked down the halls, It sounded like a celebration was going on the closer I got to a certain room. I opened the door, and all I see is people dancing. People having fun, and for what, Warwicks arrival?

They will have hell to pay when they realize all Warwick is, is a traitor. He will always be a traitor. His actions will only prove me right, and my husband wrong. Maybe then he will learn his lesson not to side against me.

The music made me nauseous. I had a feeling I just wanted to pass out. However everyone stopped having fun, and the music stopped, once they were aware of my presence. Everyone made way for my mother and I.

They gave a courtesy as we walked past. Antony was right along those people, he came up to me, aware of my mood. He was not happy of Warwick being here either. "Would you like a dance, dear sister?" Of all the things he could've asked me, this is what he asks. What does he side with Edwards decision to let Warwick stay here?

"No Thank You, Antony." The silence in the room was unbearable, so I made a sign for them to continue partying, and soon the music was on full blast on my ears.

I walked with my family, and I know included Richard in my family as well. He stood by us, and he hated Warwick and George just as much as we did. I was very grateful for him, so he stuck with us, because Edward was celebrating Warwick, and we were not.

Me and Richard started talking, "Antony has been talking about his trip to Italy."

Anne Neville:

I walk behind my mother, hanging my head down in shame. I do not know how she carries herself with so much pride knowing what deeds father has done. I was very angry about it, because I knew the Queen has every right to be upset.

But I also had a right to be upset. Why should I have to suffer for the horrible decisions my father makes, and just because we are forgiven, everything will go back to normal. Absolutely not, we will be treated horribly for those mistakes, because people will never forget them.

Even when my father's death day comes, I will always be remembered at The Kingmaker's Daughter.

Writer:

Warwick made a mistake from the beginning. Because the Loyal brother was the one that ended up on the throne. And the daughter whom he paid less attention to, ended up as the Queen.