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[daniellecountessofderby]

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Richard nodded his head letting out a sigh. “I know that nightmares can be really bad sometimes.” he told her. He wanted to give her some comfort but had no idea of how because he himself had no comfort with nightmares.

“Yes, they often feel rather realistic, don’t they?” She sighed a little, pulling the covers up around her more. “Just when you think you are rid of something, it still finds a way of coming back to you. Don’t you think?”

[perhiistoria]

❝ @richardcfyork ❞  ┆  KATHERINE STARTER CALL.

              For a split moment, the thought of curtsying occurred to her, but instead the St Leger briefly nodded her head towards the male. “Perkin... do you enjoy the festivities held by His Grace?”

[aelsell]

"You look stunning today"

A light chuckle escaped her lips. It did not happen often that Tilda was complimented by strangers and though she did not consider herself vain it lightened her heart to hear such a thing. “I thank you for your kind words, Sir”, the smile stayed on her lips as she curtseyed slightly. “Might I inquire who you are, though? I must apologize but I do not spend much time in this part of the country.” Ever since she was a little girl her paths had never lead her too far from the orphanage she had once called home. 

[libxrtaspxpuli]

"I wish I could tell you everything was going to be fine..." (Leo)

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Leo looked up at his prince; his charge with features plain as day- he was frightened. Terrified that this was the end. Richard’s words were of no comfort to him whatsoever and his eyes almost pleaded- almost. He took a deep breath, hissed in pain as the wound in his side stung like nobody’s business and tried to smile.

“It’s alright, my lord,” Leo said, his words becoming fainter with each breath “It has... been an honour to serve you.”

[yesanthonywoodville]

Knight Training

Anthony had tried his best to show his nephews the ways of knights and chivalry. This had already involved many hours of studying the training manuscripts that included images of how to fight. Anthony passed the wooden sword over to his young nephew. “Right, so are you ready for your training today?” He smiled. “Do you remember those books I showed you where they had images of how to do this?” He tried to encourage him. “It’s just the same, but with wooden swords.”

[the-earl-in-the-tower]

Warbeck:

@richardcfyork

Richard didn’t like that he and the other man had to speak through the hole in the ceiling. Well, for Richard’s room, that was the ceiling. For the other man, it was the floor. And he did curse when he didn’t feel comfortable about something. His aunt Margaret scolded him when he used dirty words. She used to tell him that dirty words were not supposed to fit a Prince.

“Now you do sound like aunt Margaret.“ Richard commented. From time to time, he looked up at the ceiling, trying to figure out how the other man looked like, but there was no point in doing so. He couldn’t catch any damn spot. Sometimes, he could swear that he saw the other’s ear, but he was never sure.

“They better see that there is no point in keeping us in different chambers.“ he commented with a shrug of his shoulders. “They have rats in this room“ Richard knew that rats would eventually bring disease. But maybe this was Henry Tudor’s intentions. To let him get ill and rot in the tower whilst he did whatever he liked with his sister and the Crown.

“I m-met aunt Margaret once.” Edward rolled over onto his back as he mused over bygone days, though his ear was still close enough to the hole for sound to travel. “She came back to England to visit us. King Edward thought it was a very special occasion, and so he bought m-me some n-new shoes.” He lifted up a leg to inspect his current footwear. No new shoes had been granted him for some years, and though his feet had stopped growing by now, he had scuffed his shoes so much that the leather was wearing away and the stitching was barely holding it together.

“Rats are nothing!” he replied, and laughed, as though he finally had a secret of his own to share. In his excitement, he rolled over again, cupping his hands around his mouth and whispering harshly through the hole: “They have a lion here, you know - in the m-men-ag-er-ie.” He stressed each syllable separately, for menagerie was a long word and it had taken a long time to learn it. In truth, it was not as though the collection of exotic animals at the heart of the Tower of London was any kind of secret - the beasts could probably be heard from the opposite bank of the Thames - yet for a young man who had grown up within the Tower walls, the roar of that lion was a sound he felt he knew better than most.

[daniellecountessofderby]

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“You tell me what you think about them, Danielle. I think this is an important detail.“

She nodded making her way to the library. To her it was an important detail but she didn’t think Richard would pay much attention to such things. Once in there, there was definitely more shelf space than there had been before. “Yes, I think that will help a lot.” She smiled.

[daniellecountessofderby]

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The small parlour room was where they usually ate when not entertaining. It was here that she was sat awaiting breakfast. When her husband walked in. Still she hadn't got used to him as that. A small smile greeted him. "Did you sleep well?"