#edwardiv

[pastlivesandsecretdreams]

hello, I'm gracie and welcome to my multi-fandom imagines page! here i will write from a wide variety of fandoms and time periods. i will write mostly female reader. those include and are not limited to ::

□ the white queen

□ the white princess

□ reign

□ the tudors

□ the spanish princess

□ law and order: svu

□ blue bloods

□ criminal minds

□ marvel/mcu

□ magnificent century

□ six: the musical

□ the kennedys

□ anything you want me to add !

feel free to request any fandom you enjoy! also remember to wash your hands, drink water, be kind, and black lives matter.

[thebritishmonarchycouk]

On This Day In History . 2 November 1470 . Edward V was born . 👑 Edward was born at Cheyneygates, the medieval house of the Abbot of Westminster, adjoining Westminster Abbey. His mother, Elizabeth Woodville, had sought sanctuary there from Lancastrians who had deposed his father, the Yorkist King Edward IV, during the course of the Wars of the Roses. . . About Edward; . ◼ Edward V was King of England from his father Edward IV’s death on 9 April 1483 until 26 June of the same year. He was never crowned, & his 86-day reign was dominated by the influence of his uncle & Lord Protector, Richard, Duke of Gloucester, who succeeded him as Richard III on 26 June 1483; this was confirmed by the Act entitled Titulus Regius, which denounced any further claims through his father’s heirs. . ◼ Edward and his younger brother Richard of Shrewsbury, Duke of York, were the Princes in the Tower who disappeared after being sent to heavily guarded royal lodgings in the Tower of London. Responsibility for their deaths was widely attributed to Richard III, but the lack of any solid evidence & conflicting contemporary accounts suggest four other primary suspects. . ◼ Along with Edward VIII, and the disputed Matilda & Jane, Edward V is one of four English monarchs since the Norman Conquest never to have been crowned. As it is generally assumed that he died close to the time of his disappearance, he is the shortest-lived male monarch in English history, his great-nephew, who was crowned Edward VI, died in his sixteenth year. . . King Edward V portrait, by Unknown artist, c.1590-1620 . . . #OnThisDayInHistory #ThisDayInHistory #TheYear1470 #KingEdwardV #EdwardV #EdwardVofEngland #KingofEngland #HouseofYork #Plantagenet #EnglishMonarchy #RoyaltyinArt #History #WarsoftheRoses #BritishMonarchy #D2Nov #EdwardIV #elizabethwoodville #otd #OnThisDay #RoyalHistory #HistoryFacts #theking #princesinthetower #toweroflondon #kingedwardiv #Edward #Royalfamily #Historicart #portraitpainting (at Westminster Abbey) https://www.instagram.com/p/CHGL_HEDouO/?igshid=c0iesuh8eywy

[english-royal-history-1455-1603]

The Rose of White, A Day of Delight

On this day in history the 6th of March 1461, Edward Plantaganet, Earl of March and the 4th Duke of York is declared king of England for the first time.

He rules till 1470 when he's overthrown by the Lancastrian faction loyal to Henry VI. He regains the throne in 1471 and rules till his death on the 9th of April 1483.

[disneyprincessbuffyannesummers]

#nationalsiblingsday for the 3 sons of York. @aneurin.b @doakesdoakes @maxironsofficial (i hope that's really you) #houseyork #foryork #richardthethird #edwardiv #georgedukeofclarence @starz #thewhitequeen https://www.instagram.com/p/BwFyeAXgOlb/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=d8v89yjck7gr

[jesstherebel]

On This Day in History, 30th Decemver 1460. Richard Plantaganet the 3rd Duke of York was killed in Sandle Castle in the Battle of Wakefeild.

He was a key protaganist in the Cousin's War and in a way, caused it! He Seen his claim to the throne stronger than that of the actual king. Henry VI. Henry's grandfather Henry IV took the throne from Richard II.

To mock him, Henry's men placed a paper crown on his head as a symbol of his loss. Then true to his rank, he was decapatated with a sword. As we know from.the execution of Anne Boleyn seventy three years, this is a painless and quick death.

This causes a ripple effect as three months later at the Battle of Towton, Richard's oldest son Edward Plantaganet the Earl of March became Edward IV the 12th Plantaganet king of England.

[ailin-star-wind]

#TheWhiteQueen #ElizabethWoodville #EdwardIV

[pastlivesandsecretdreams]

the pearl of christendom - the prologue

the pearl of christendom -  chapter zero : the young raven

richard iii x oc (cora of lancaster)

warnings :: i don’t think there are any tbh. let me know if i missed any.

the princess coraline was a beautiful  child, with ginger curls and piercing blue eyes, from the start. born into the house of lancaster in 1456, cora was destined for greatness. her father doted on her, despite her older brother being his heir. while her mother was standoff-ish towards her, she learned to love her only daughter. like any princess of the time, cora was given the best possible education, and had an extremely above average intelligence. it seemed she could read faster, understand more languages, bake, and paint, all while doing a near perfect pirouette. she was a beautiful woman, as well, but she cared little for looks. when cora was five, her father’s throne was stolen by their cousin, edward iv, formerly known as “edward of york ''. her family was just barely able to escape the country, in favor of her mother’s motherland, france. in fact, she never really remembered england. the young girl grew up at the court of her maternal cousin, where she was labeled “the pearl of christendom” by a multitude of ambassadors. when cora was twelve, she did the unthinkable; she took a lover. 

and it wasn’t any regular lover, but a lady-in-waiting to the queen, and daughter of the duke of aquitaine, lady aryana. the two were never one without another. they hid their relationship until her mother walked into her chambers, unannounced and saw them kissing. aryana was thrown out of the room, the door slamming behind her. it became evident her heart broke. she wore mourning attire, despite no one dying.  when she was fourteen, she would be taken back to england, as her father sat upon the throne again. she knew he was her mother’s puppet, as was her brother. but coraline had no intention of being someone’s paw. cora was a princess in her own right, an educated scholar, beloved by the french people. that made her a problem. she rode into town with her brother and mother into the home they once knew. while it was her home, it didn’t look it. the yorks had gotten rid of everything, including her multitude of instruments. her ladies-in-waiting helped her get into her rooms. a porcelain hand belonging to the princess slid across the books left on her desk. she was fifteen by that point, and yet she had lived a great life. she was witty and intelligent, and called people out, but she was also a god-like figure to the people. it was well known cora was favored over her brother by almost everyone, except her mother. cora knew her life wouldn’t go back to what it was. hell, she was five when she left. so while she was an english princess- she knew nothing of it’s people, and she intended to learn. she would go and give the people bread, and books, and coins, and toys for the children. she was even painted a portrait of her while she played with the village’s children. as beloved as the yorks were, a storm was coming. no- not a storm. a raven flew over her head as she came to face edward of york’s youngest brother. her breath hitching in her throat as her piercing blue eyes grabbed hold of richard’s soul.

[pastlivesandsecretdreams]

the pearl of christendom

chapter one - not all beauty and grace

richard iii x oc (cora of lancaster)

warnings :: jerk guards, imagery of heartbreak, dick!edward 

song of the chapter : sweet creature by harry styles

coraline of lancaster looked up at the york man, who seemed to be only a few years older than her. she knew it was richard the second she met his gaze. he had dark curls and a beautiful smile. cora couldn’t help but feel a blush dance across her cheeks. a hand of a much larger man took hold of her arm and pulled her forcibly into the castle. there was no doubt in her mind it was the so called “king edward’s” doing. the young girl screamed and hit the man who dragged her into the great hall. “i am coraline of lancaster! i am the princess of england! if my father and mother find-” a tall man of six feet four inches walked into the hall- edward. “they already know, princess! sit.” the man that held her arm all but threw her into the chair across from edward. she reluctantly sat down, not letting her fear be known. “it seems your mother cares little for you...she gave you up. i have no doubt she didn’t tell your father until it was too late.” everyone in england knew of her mother’s preference of her brother rather than her, and her father’s great love for her. but it seemed her mother gave up her youngest child in order to save her eldest. “so...either you will acknowledge me as king-” the girl stood up and banged her hand on the great wooden table at which she previously sat. “i will do no such thing! there is no king of england but my father!” the guard went to move towards him, but was told off by edward. “you like bullying young girls?” edward asked him as he motioned for the princess to sit down. and yet, she stayed standing up. the princess was known for her normally soft tempered self- the one that brought gifts and food to the people, who made a difference in her father’s second reign as king. but it seemed for all the good she did, cora was her mother’s daughter. “it seems he learned that from you. and my mother would never give me up.” 

edward sucked in air through his teeth. “but it seemed she did. in order to save your brother. so- i’m sure you see why i have brought you here. to keep you safe.” cora let out a light laugh, one that brought a smile to richard’s lips. while richard had done nothing wrong to her, she knew he was loyal to his brother. “to keep me safe. pardon my french...but that’s bullshit. i will have no other king of england reign but my father. but if the pretender wishes to send me home to france, i would rather like that.” edward had to give it to her, she had more punch than anyone would’ve thought. “you liked france, didn’t you?” he asked pulling out a painting of her beloved, aryana of aquitaine, which caused her face to fall. “she’s beautiful. i’ll give it to you- you have a good choice in women.” her mind went to many places: was she safe? how did he get that? where was she? “lady aryana was married off last night-” her heart felt as if it had just been stabbed. “-to your cousin- nicholas of anjou.” and there was the twist of the knife. “i will do no such thing as to say you are king. if you must send me to the tower-” edward lit up at this. “that is a wonderful idea! they always said you were smart- but this just proves it.” she threw a chair at the wall, the wood instantly shattering. cora took a deep breath. “i apologize for that...i will go willingly, and my ladies will come with me to the tower.” she bowed her head to him. “good day, your grace.” her ladies followed her in tow as she made her way to the royal departments in the tower. as soon as she was behind closed doors, cora fell to the floor and sobbed. her ladies all sat down and hugged their friend and mistress. they all knew her great love for the lady aryana, so hearing she was married off, they too felt horrible. she cried herself to sleep in her bed of the tower. her ladies all went to their own beds when they knew she was asleep. but lady margot, her maternal cousin, had stayed with her, in case cora needed anything in the middle of the night. but before long, margot herself fell asleep. a soft knock came from the royal apartment doors as the princess stirred. she got up, trying not to wake her cousin, and moved to open the doors. there stood the man with the piercing eyes from before- richard, the king’s brother. “your grace…?” cora asked out of utter confusion. “i brought you this-” he said handing over one of her old books. “- i found it in one of the rooms and figured you’d want it back…” his voice was soft as silk, his smile seemed to light up the room. and little did richard know, but giving a piece of literature meant the world to coraline. she only gave people books when she loved them. the lancastrian thought knowledge was the greatest power one could have. especially if that person is a woman. “thank you...your grace.” richard nodded softly to her. “richard…” the princess smiled up at him. while he stood five feet eight inches, the princess stood a whopping four feet ten inches, which caused the york, only two years her senior, to tower over her. “richard…” cora loved saying his name, but would never admit to it. it made her heart all warm and gooey. they were enemies, so she shouldn’t feel that way. and yet, she did. “i convinced king edward to let you out for a party tomorrow evening to celebrate his return to power...and i just wanted to say- i’m sorry about the lady aryana...i know you loved her. oh!’ he pulled out a small locket and gave it to her. “i had this made for you…” she took the locket and opened it. inside was a portrait of her father and on the opposite side was a portrait of the lady aryana of aquitaine. cora was shocked by this, and richard was shocked by her reaction; cora pulled him into a warm embrace. “thank you…my lord richard…” she whispered into his ear as she felt to hands wrap around her waist and reciprocate the hug. “no need to thank me, princess-” it was her turn to correct him. “cora…” richard smiled down at her. “cora…”