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The crowds stretched out as far as the eye could see. All of London had left their homes to welcome the new king to the city. People flooded the streets, their cheers deafening as the commoners waved at the procession, hopeful that young Edward would see them…
Richard had not known how quickly things would be set in motion for his training. After King Edward told him he planned to send Richard away to train as a knight under Warwick, preparations were soon underway…
Though timid and cautious, Richard settled into a routine at the castle fairly quickly. Eager to please his brother, who had high hopes for him, and Warwick, the Kingmaker, the young duke delved headfirst into training…
Snow covered the grounds of Middleham Castle. The eerie winter silence was broken only by the thunderous gallop of Warwick’s horse as the Kingmaker crossed the drawbridge…
When the House of Neville received the official summons to Westminster Palace by the king, there was a stunned silence while everyone waited for the Kingmaker’s reaction…
The crowds stretched out as far as the eye could see. All of London had left their homes to welcome the new king to the city. People flooded the streets, their cheers deafening as the commoners waved at the procession, hopeful that young Edward would see them…
Richard had not known how quickly things would be set in motion for his training. After King Edward told him he planned to send Richard away to train as a knight under Warwick, preparations were soon underway…
Though timid and cautious, Richard settled into a routine at the castle fairly quickly. Eager to please his brother, who had high hopes for him, and Warwick, the Kingmaker, the young duke delved headfirst into training…
Snow covered the grounds of Middleham Castle. The eerie winter silence was broken only by the thunderous gallop of Warwick’s horse as the Kingmaker crossed the drawbridge…
When the House of Neville received the official summons to Westminster Palace by the king, there was a stunned silence while everyone waited for the Kingmaker’s reaction…
The carriages rolled to a stop in the courtyard of Warwick’s London manor. Even the clop of hooves carried a tense undertone, and thunder roared above…
It had taken Anne quite some time to get used to life without Richard. She was fond of him, of course, but when she did not see him at the dinner table…
Richard’s hands closed around the letter, the paper crumpling from the edges. The young duke’s face had lit up at the sight of the familiar scrawl, but the contents of the letter were far from cheerful…
The king and Hastings reclined on chairs in the sunshine, eyes closed as they basked in the bliss of a good meal and plentiful sunshine. The remains of their breakfast lay scattered on the tables around them…
With Edward gone, Richard knew he couldn’t sit and wait for Warwick to send word. He knew he’d stop at nothing to bring Ned back, even if it meant going up to Warwick’s castle alone…
Richard and Lovell rode next to each other, past darkened houses in London’s streets. Their conversation was sparse, with the young duke deep in thought…
Richard and Anne exchanged quick glances from across the hall as often as they could but barely managed to say a word to each other…
At Warwick Castle, the Countess, Anne and Isobel stood in the courtyard, bidding farewell to Warwick and George, their expressions stern with worry…
Warwick’s ship was at the mercy of the ocean as the waves surged with relentless force against its hull. The vessel, seemingly insignificant in comparison to the vast expanse of the open sea…
Inside the council chamber, twelve of King Edward’s councillors were seated around the table, their expressions pensive. Edward, Hastings, Howard, several of the Rivers men, a couple of archbishops, Richard, and Lovell…
Anne’s tears were relentless. Her face felt like it was on fire, the tears somehow hotter as they ran down her flushed cheeks…
Unaware of the chaos that was soon to follow, the noble family relaxed in the solar of the Doncaster Castle. A pretty, blonde four-year-old rocked a baby in a cradle while Hastings, Rivers and Lovell were engaged in playing cards…
The dreadful moment Anne had feared since her younger years was finally upon her. She sat on her bed in the confines of her bedchamber, clinging on to the last glimmer of hope…
The sun cast its golden rays across the Yorkshire moors. The rugged terrain, scattered with rocky outcrops and wildflowers, was soon to turn into a battlefield…
The battlefield hummed with charged energy, every breath heavy with anticipation. Warriors on either side stood poised for the imminent clash. The air crackled with tension, as if holding its breath, aware of the impending storm…
The campfire crackled slowly, emitting ashes into the cold, unforgiving air of the night. A strange stillness took over the weary campsite, which was riddled with the heavy bodies of injured soldiers…
A loud sound came through the dense fog, muffled by the thick mist that had fallen on the field. Richard instantly knew what it was…
The sun’s golden rays fell across the campsite, painting the scene in yellow tones. The fog had dissipated, and the thick clouds of smoke broke, revealing the bright blue sky above…
The sun’s rays peaked over the horizon, signaling the approaching dawn. The wails of the seagulls that flew past the sails of anchored ships filled the air…
The moon was high, surrounded by the glow of scattered stars across the night sky. Everything was silent, apart from the light chirps of cicadas that were nestled deep within the bushes around the camp…
The sun began to set over the horizon, creating shades of blue and purple that spread across the clearing. The birds retreated to their nests, chirping softly as they signaled the commencement of nightfall…
The light of dawn filtered through the low-hanging branches of the trees that lined the meadow. The birds sang as they flew through the rustling leaves, sending echoes of their melodious songs through the forest…
The air was still. Not a single sound to be heard. The wind seemed to have stopped, rendering the leaves and branches motionless. The birds had stopped flying, creating an almost haunting atmosphere…
Anne stared at the looming walls of the abbey, entranced by the red stones that were tacked upon one another with strings of moss spilling between the cracks…
The streets of London had come alive, brightened by the raining confetti and vibrant banners that celebrated the victory of the kingdom. The people of York had taken to the streets, lining the path with their booming cheers as they greeted their victors…
The walls of the Great Hall in Warwick’s London manor stretched far and wide, adorned with golden-framed paintings depicting the past glory of the family. Richard stormed through the majestic doors, with Atilla following closely behind…
The courtyard of Warwick’s London Manor was alive with activity as hordes of horses, hounds, and soldiers burst through the main gates. Richard was leading the march on his horse…
The Westminster Palace stood strikingly against the dark backdrop of the night sky. Within the king’s chambers, Edward and Hastings sat in their comfortable seats as they played dice…
As dusk fell, casting hues of blue and purple across the darkening sky, Richard and Anne's new household of knights, ladies, servants, and their baggage arrived at an abbey…