Ooo very exciting! Can’t wait to see how things go now that Margaret is in england
Really loving this timeline, keep it up!August 1293. Mangerton, Border Between Scotland and England.
Edmund of Almain could hear the water rushing through the Liddel as the grand procession approached them, the sun beating down on the English awaiting the Scottish’s pleasure. It was a warm and damp day, which made it even more unbearable. The air was suffocating and Edmund pressed a handkerchief to his forehead, which was covered in sweat.
He stepped forward when the procession stopped, the two riders ahead staring at them. One was taller than all of them, with a stern face covered in a trimmed brown beard, wearing a brown cloak pinned to his chest with a silver bow. He bowed his head in agreement, but did not dismount and Edmund did not miss how he kept a hand close to the sword at his waist. He shook his head. Scots, he thought. Such untrusting people.
The first carriage opened as a servant came to offer a hand for the occupants. Edmund observed as three little girls climbed out, all of them wearing veils. They were accompanied by a thin and weedy woman, who seemed especially attentive to one of them and their eyes came to look at him, as the clear leader of the English entourage and he stepped even closer.
The three little girls were as different as children could be, of differing heights and faces. One had bushy red brows and a freckled face with a pair of emerald-green eyes, while another was tall and thin, with brown eyes and olive skin.
The third one, holding the hand of the woman attending them, seemed to be the complete opposite of them, with fair and flawless skin and blue-green eyes, her barely-there eyebrows clearly blonde in the sunlight. She wore a red and yellow dress and there was a golden circlet over her veil, clearly marking her as the Queen of Scotland. Edmund fell to his knees.
“My lady Margaret,” he said. “It’s a pleasure to meet, at last, the great Queen of Scots.” He spoke in French, a language he knew she had been learning since the days of her early infancy in Norway with her father. She smiled primly and curtsied softly. “I am Edmund of Almain, cousin to our lord, King Edward, and I’m happy to have been trusted with receiving you.”
“I’m pleased to meet you, Lord Edmund,” said the little queen.
But her governess tugged at her hand. “This is Lord Cornwall, my lady,” she said, not unkindly. "Our greeter is an earl in his own right.
"Oh!" The Queen flushed prettily. She twisted her lips and looked back at Edmund. “Forgive me, my lord of Cornwall.”
“It’s alright, my lady,” he said. “If it pleases Her Grace, you may call me Edmund.”
“Very well!” she piped up in a high and excited voice. “Would you like to meet my friends, Edmund?” She grabbed his hand though and before he could respond, the little queen was already gesturing to the freckled and stout young maiden. “This is Mary Bruce. Her grandfather is the 5th Lord of Annandale and her mother was a countess in her own right!” Edmund smiled and nodded in acknowledgement of young Mary Bruce, who seemed to be the same age, or slightly younger, than her mistress. But the Queen pulled him closer to the tall and skinny olive-skinned girl, who bowed deeply. “And this is Elsbeth Comyn. She is already married!” The Queen made a face. “I suppose that means she is Elsbeth Bruce now.”
The girl could not be much older than twelve, but Edmund said nothing. He remembered the bold Queen Eleanor, who married her husband at just thirteen. There were certainly younger brides around the world, though that did not mean they were to be made to do a woman’s duty before they were sixteen. Everyone knew younger mothers were a danger to both themselves and the child they carried.
“My lady,” he said. “I was unaware that I was in the presence of a married woman.” Young Elsbeth smiled and bowed again.
At that moment, more lords and ladies from Scotland dismounted or exited their own carriages and Edmund felt a foreboding rise deep in his stomach. There were so many of them. Were they to be overrun by northerners?
He looked back at the little queen. “My lady, there are rooms made ready for you and your household,” he said, gesturing behind him. She stepped closer to him and Edmund held his breath as she finally crossed that invisible line that seemed to divide so many. The border between two proud nations. “Allow me to finally say: Welcome to England.”
You'll have to wait more. I haven't written a word of this in around two weeks. Next week, the final chapter I had will be posted here and then it's off to waiting again.Another great chapter! Margaret is precious and must be protected at all costs! I hope her and Prince Edward get along well!
God the wait is killing me lol, I want the two to meet already lol. I’m curious as to how Prince Edward will react and what King Edward is thinking and planning.
Noooo!!! You're as bad as wcv215 with his epic Byzantine TL. I had to wait on a cliffhanger right after the whole situation with Romanos the Mad. 🤣You'll have to wait more. I haven't written a word of this in around two weeks. Next week, the final chapter I had will be posted here and then it's off to waiting again.
Take all the time you need, the wait is ALWAYS worth it.You'll have to wait more. I haven't written a word of this in around two weeks. Next week, the final chapter I had will be posted here and then it's off to waiting again.
For sure!Take all the time you need, the wait is ALWAYS worth it.
Oh nooo! How long does that mean!You'll have to wait more. I haven't written a word of this in around two weeks. Next week, the final chapter I had will be posted here and then it's off to waiting again.
Big mood, as the youths say.You'll have to wait more. I haven't written a word of this in around two weeks. Next week, the final chapter I had will be posted here and then it's off to waiting again.
It's more because I'm focusing on writing a chapter for my ASOIAF au on ao3 and they're always super long.Oh nooo! How long does that mean!
Just curious not trying to be pressuring, legitimately just curious on the time scale tning. Absolutely want you to focus on writing and take your time and all as that allows the best quality to come out and you should take all the time you need!
What is it about in regards to plot is it the same style as your Plantagenets storiesIt's more because I'm focusing on writing a chapter for my ASOIAF au on ao3 and they're always super long.
Maegor Targaryen is born a woman.What is it about in regards to plot is it the same style as your Plantagenets stories
If anyone cares to check it out.Maegor Targaryen is born a woman.
It doesn't seem emotionless at all - maybe the emotion's less obvious than in other chapters, but it's still there. I enjoyed it (and not just because of the poem ).I'm sorry if the chapter seems emotionless. In two weeks, I'll graduate university and it feels like all my emotions are spent in the bus trip for work.