Unity.

CHAPTER 11

Luckily a few days past and I was up on my feet again. I slowly regained my strength by eating my food and walking up and down. My little sisters and mother came to visit me. The light shined through the window reflected by the cold, white snow.

"Mother," I tried my best to run over to her.

"Elizabeth, slow down. Do not waste your strength," my mother nervously caught me.

My face was entrapped by her long, dark brown curly hair. Tears started forming in my eyes as she held me warmly in her arms.

" Mother," I wept in her beautiful hair.

"Sister, sister, you look so ill. I hope you are better soon," my youngest sister Anne stumbled on her soft-spoken words.

I looked down at her fair face. Her blue eyes poured into mine. Small tears formed in the corners. She was clinging onto my like a baby monkey.

"I am alright little Anne," I reassure my worrisome little sister.

I brushed her strawberry curls away from her wet face to show a loving smile, a smile of good health.

"My grandson is a handsome little boy. All he does is smile and laugh," she proudly talks about my little boy,Harry. "Well done Elizabeth, but you do know one son is not enough to secure the throne," my mother states.

I turn away to look towards fireplace. I felt somewhat hurt that I was just an incubator.

Although I knew it was my duty.

The next day...

My ladies came into my room to dress me. My dress was new. A royal purple with white embroidery and lace. It was long and heavy on my smaller than usual frame. It weighted down my body. My lady, Lady Katherine held me up.

"Ha-" my breath escaped me. "Thank you, lady Katherine," she graciously nods.

She's beautiful. She is the ripe age of seventeen. One more year and she would be ready to be wed. Her hair was long, strawberry blonde. Her eyes were greener than my husbands and she was slender, virgin, untouched slender. She always wore red in support of the Lancastrians.

Lady Katherine held me walk out and let me go when I neared the stairs. I needed to show my people that I was well and happy.

"Queen Elizabeth," I was announced.

Everyone in the big entrance room looked, admired their last Yorkshire Queen.

(Two pieces of information are being foreshadowed here)