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Eleanor Fitzroy was a strange creature of olden times, for within the War of the Roses, were there not illegitimate children of illegitimate children at every turn? Indeed, even she was off extramarital stock by the bounty of some claimed grandfather — and so, it was not right for Elizabeth to look down on her niece’s place, even if they remained so close to age. For she was the only child of the long passed half-brother who had been brought into the world by the fair headed Bessie Blount and the glutton of her father. She had never met him, of course, for why would she? Elizabeth was a Princess, and Fitzroy’s place never saw the advantage of being thought of as the next heir to the throne — so, he was kept elsewhere as she remained by her mother’s side of indeed Hatfield House that soon became her sanctuary and sweet haven of protection. But, she didn’t know of him and his daughter, a name being but that, a whisper passed between soft lips.
Whilst she was under the care of the treacherous Seymours, Elizabeth penned something passively sent beneath the radar of her mother; something laced with promised sweetness, despite the reality that was to keep Eleanor kind and docile if she ever thought of ideas grander than what she deserved. Indeed, thus met at those Yuletide celebrations, the Princess rose to her feet, her hands clasped against her belly as Eleanor Fitzroy’s name and title was announced for all to see, the gaggle of girls that surrounded her seat then directed towards the door to greet the Princess’ niece. Met face to face, Elizabeth looked at Eleanor’s visage, yearning to find something of her father before she gestured for her to speak first, her lip wavering to a stern polite smile.