#stormbornprince

               —————        {❧}   It was winter now, and the snow fell down on Middleham like it would in her childhood when she and her sister would run outside in their hat and mittens and amuse themselves in the frosty weather until they couldn’t feel their toes. It seemed, however, that so much had transformed since those carefree memories and now a certain shadow was a continuous cloud over her and her doomed children. It had been years since the death of her sister and even more time since her husband’s execution and still she felt that she had not recovered from the loss of both of them. If it wasn’t for the crutch that was her four remaining children then she was sure that she would have succumbed to the fever that she had been bed-ridden with after the birth of her fifth child, now dead and buried with his father in Tewkesbury. Isabel had come to see her first-born and eldest, and the one who had pulled her through the roughest of storms in her life. The twins had been her most difficult labour, stuck on a ship off Calais and in absolute pain and agony; her sister had to reach within her and pull out what she believed to be one child but turned out to be a boy and a girl for her arms.

    “—Have you come to see the master, milady?” Isabel was asked as soon as she was permitted entrance to the castle; she insisted on having it on lockdown for the most part as she feared for the safety of her firstborn. It was known by all in the North that her son was the true heir to the throne, and she had always been looked upon as a protective mother after the execution of the Duke of Clarence. “I’ll show you into his study.”

                              It’s been too long.

    It had been quite some time since she had last seen Georgie, for she lived in sanctuary with her three remaining children. It seemed that having her niece upon the throne did benefit them a little as she was sure that Henry Tudor would have come down upon their heads if it wasn’t for the fact that Elizabeth had them under protection from such a wrath: her two younger children had been close to their cousin when she was at court. It was such a sad existence, however, with the Clarence family looked down upon by others. She entered the study after the door had been opened for her and she remained by the door, merely watching him for a moment before she made her presence known.