Unity.

CHAPTER 3:

After dinner I return to my chambers to rest. My ladies look uncomfortable in their dresses from the big meal we ate.
They undressed me and put my nightgown on for bed.

I asked my ladies to leave the room so I could talk to my sisters, well, sister.

Cecilia and I were left in my room,left in silence as the doors closed.
I glanced back at her sitting by the fire place, her smiling growing wider and her skin illuminating from the glow of the fire.

"The king is quite the looker. I'm sure you will grow some sort of wild desire and pleasure to satisfy it," Cecilia predicted.

"Cecilia ! You know very well how I feel about the king and our betrothal. I wish it could be another man on my wedding night not him." I responded with slight heartache that I would be bedding an enemy and birthing his children.

"I'm sure it won't be that bad. Look at our parents,mum in the beginning did not love father but after you came along, even though you were not an heir he loved you. He loved mum just as much.  He did not worry about his throne when he walked into mum's chambers and our nursery. I'm sure Harry would be the same," Cecilia defended her opinion and tried to comfort me.

"I am quite tired, from the journey and all," I spoke sleeply.

" Good night sister, i shall see you in the morning," cecilia replied and exited the room.

" Oh father help me," I plead.

THE NEXT MORNING

I woke up to the sound of my ladies shuffling around in my closet to find my new gowns given to me by the people. My ladies undress me and dress me in the finest gown out of the lot.

"Lord Edward Of York," the guard announces my father.

My ladies and I curtsey when my father walks in. i recognised his familiar face all to well that tear begin to form in my tear ducts and slowly stream down my face.

"Father," I smile and hug him.

" My beautiful Elizabeth-my beautiful Queen," he bows and places the most gentle, soft kiss on my hand and then my cheek.

He looks at me with his dark brown eyes, old eyes, I notice but still beautiful as he strokes my cheek to wipe away the tears with his soft hands.

 "Are you ready to see your husband and spend the day with him?" my father asks so sweetly.

I sat by my dressing table while my maids tie up and braid my long dark blonde hair. I looked into the mirror to see my father looking at me for a response.The question angered me but I did not even flinch from the uncomfortable question. What angered me most was the fact my father referred to him as my 'husband', which he is not, not yet.

"Father,do you know what he has planned for the two of us ?" i aks.

"Yes, he plans to take you down the canal into London to meet and greet the towns people," my father replied.

"Fantastic," i muttered sarcastically under my breath.

"Now,now Elizabeth, he is a good man and he would make a suitable husband to you. I would not have signed the treaty if i did not think he was legible," my father pathetically defended him.

"  But father, he captured you, held you captive and destroyed our dynasty ! How could i ever trust him and how could you ever trust him ?!" i protested angrily.

"Elizabeth,hush my child," my father walked up to me and placed his warm, loving hand on my shoulder.

The doors to my bedchambers open.

"The King awaits for your majesty," Duke Louis announces.