In which Nora of Lancaster continues to fight for her family and their rightful place on the throne of England, despite all that she has lost already.
THE WHITE PRINCESS
BOOK TWO IN THE COUSIN'S WAR SERIES
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At the celebration for Cecily's wedding, Henry sat in a chair off to the side while everyone else stood. Cecily and her new husband, John Welles, stood in the middle of the room, dancing to the tune that was being played by the musicians.
Lizbeth entered the room, a deeply frustrated look on her face. She walked to stand beside Maggie, the last person she seemed to genuinely like in the castle after her argument with Henry.
She felt the need to see Lizzie and despite it being forbidden, she intended to get her way. And she knew just how to do it.
As the Tudors enjoyed reminding her of, she was her mother's daughter and just like her, she never gave up, she never lost. She was like her father, King Edward, in that way as well. She was brave like him and had a warrior's heart, despite being a woman.
She sometimes wondered what he'd think of her if he was still alive. Would he be disappointed?
Oh, God, she hoped not. She couldn't bear the thought of her mother being disappointed in her, let alone her father. Her father practically worshipped the ground she used to walk on. She had been his favorite, after all.
Lizbeth turned his head, noticing that Henry's eyes were on her. She shot him an angry look, just before turning to look back at Maggie.
"Please tell Henry it wasn't Teddy's fault," Maggie pleaded, a saddened look on her face, "He didn't mean it. He always says that when someone calls out to him."
"I know," Lizbeth admitted softly, feeling saddened as well, "I am sorry, Maggie."
"Will you try to help him, then?" Maggie asked, a pleading look on her face.
"The best thing you can do right now, Maggie, is to be obedient to your marriage plans. Just be patient," Lizbeth explained in a stern tone.
"Do you know now?" Maggie questioned, a curious look on her face, "Who my husband will be?"
"He is a soldier. I've never met him before, but I know he lives in Wales," Lizbeth explained and she looked down at Maggie, who was trying her hardest not to break down at the revelation.
"You did not make the choice, then?" Maggie asked, smiling sadly.
"Lady Margaret did. As it seems, she has much more control over me than she did my mother when she was still here, despite me being queen," Lizbeth explained, a nervous look on her face, "She is trying to torment me by taking the people I care about away from me."
Lizbeth glanced over at her ladies before gesturing for the servants to give the ladies more wine. "More wine for my ladies," She demanded, giving the servant man a knowing look, "After all, it is a wedding. It should look more like one, not whatever this poor excuse is."
