Everyone seemed to know my destiny before I did. I am their Hope, I am His Hope. Hope is what I was names and Hope is what I shall bring. To my father, to my family, to my King.
Warwick laid cleaned and in his armour, in Westminster. The Three York brothers stood looking over him talking with one another. Jaquetta and Elizabeth stood far behind them having their own conversation.
"George is loyal to your husband it seems." Jaquetta commented
"Today." Elizabeth replied as George turned slightly to look back at them
"We may have to forgive him." Jaquetta told her daughter who looked appalled at the thought. "Leave our vengeance to God."
"Never." she denied. Edward went to leave when he stopped short, a woman with long raven black hair, blue gown with royal fur trimming and the crown sat upon her head. They stared at each other for a moment before he realised who she was.
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"Hope." he muttered. She smiled softly and within the blink of an eye, she was gone. He took a deep breath and left the abbey to go see his eldest daughter. She was sat in a corner reading while her sisters played.
"Hello Father." the rest of his daughters greeted and Hope looked up with a smile. She put down her book and curtsied to him. He noticed that her hair had begun to darken in colour where as the rest of her siblings were slowly lightening to the colour of their mothers hair. He saw glint of what he had seen in the abbey. All the years that had passed and now with a son, why did his gut, his minds eye still see her as a Queen. The future Queen
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Later that night, Elizabeth removed the corner of paper from it's charm and ripped away Warwick's name setting it alight with a candle then throwing it into the fire. Elizabeth then joined Edward in his office
"I have to go again tonight." Edward informed Elizabeth.
"You hope to capture Margaret of Anjou."
"She is riding West to join forces with Jasper Tudor." He replied. Elizabeth closed the gap between them.
"Just do whatever you need to, to end this." she breathed "If one battle can bring peace to England or peace of mind then it's one worth fighting. You'll be back in no time." she assured him
"You have more faith in me than I have in myself." he smile sitting down at the table and toying with the ribbon Hope had given him.
"I fairly remember meeting a young boy under a Oak tree some years ago." she chuckled slightly.
"Anthony will guard you in the tower. Keep you out of danger."
"And who will keep you out of danger?" she retorted softly
"Elizabeth if something were to happen to you, there is a man in Flanders who will take you in, your mother knows where to meet him. You must hide for a while, till the little one is older and he will take the throne." Edward informed her
"You said all of this before, you came back to me then and you will come back to me now. You will die in my bed."
"Elizabeth, I am...." He saw the older version of Hope again and shook his head trying to clear her image from his mind
