Edward Plantagenet , 17th Earl of Warwick, son of Clarence. Dear cousin. In the King version, he becomes Knight of the Garter and becomes the Second Duke of Clarence
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Edward Plantagenet , 17th Earl of Warwick, son of Clarence. Dear cousin. In the King version, he becomes Knight of the Garter and becomes the Second Duke of Clarence
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He had woken early that morning, thankful for the first sign that the sky was paling so that he finally had an excuse to rise. Dark circles still framed his eyes like faded bruises, belying the fact that he had spent the night staring up at the canopy of the bed, kept awake by an incessant itch on the brain like a flea between the sheets. Since John and Miles Abbey had made their impromptu trip to Warwick Castle nigh a week past, Edward’s mind had been abuzz with ideas that had lay dormant since the night of their wedding. Since then, the thought of young boys running round the castle had been just that.
A brisk ride to the edge of the forest of Arden had helped, but he was still not entirely at ease when he returned to the castle. Still wearing his riding jacket, he had wandered back to the countess’ chamber, seemingly without purpose, and leaned on the door frame. He had not planned anything to say to her, but a part of him knew he had to say something… “I’ve been thinking…” he began hesitantly, “about my secretary’s boys…”
The Abbey boys had stirred something in her that she had no idea existed before. Now they had left, she felt surprisingly empty, like something was missing. That emptiness was linked to a maternal side that now she had experienced the possibility of it, wanted to be released. This was something she hadn’t talked about with Teddy because she had no idea where to start. Her father had already been pressuring her since she had married and she didn’t want her husband to believe she had listened to the Earl of Derby.
Danielle slowly put the brush down on her dressing table. She could tell when there was something wrong and it was certainly one of those moments. Turning to face him, her features full of concern. Fear that something more serious had happened began to fill her. “Is everything alright? Have you heard some more news?” The words tumbled from her mouth and she stood up instantly.
Teddy Warwick is Richard’s favorite cousin in any verse. He always makes him laugh in a way or another
Happy Birthday Vicky! Hope you have the great day you deserve! Lots of love <3
Thank you !
For being beautiful rolemodels and friends . Amazing writers and people .even through i have been off and on , you are always there when im back with the same loving attiduets as before I love you my tumblr sisters ♡
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I love you so very much Vicky and wanted to make you something special (even if I’ve made you these before). So here’s your second pressie, happy birthday!
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Anthony was minding his own business when all of a sudden a group of his nephews and nieces ran in his direction. He waved at them all as they passed until another child ran into him accidentally. “Umph!” The knight exclaimed a little. Looking down, he noticed it was Clarence’s son. “Are you left to bring up the rear again, Teddy?”
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✍ Has new canon material ever forced you to adjust your headcanons?
Never, seeing as nothing relatively new has been found of her, I don't see myself changing anything about her or any headcannons I have come up with. It's hard enough with her being one of the most, if not the most hated Monarch's of the Renaissance era. Simply for her actions and gender. Albeit I doubt nothing new will arise in a long time, I still won't change things I have came up with for her.