an epic for our times

quillington:

Wild For To Hold | an alternate history au of the tudors.

“Tell me true,” began Cecily of York, tilting her head as she drank him in. “How did it happen?”

He paused, the pregnant sort that speaks of deep thought, of turmoil. He hardly knew where to begin. Often, he’d thought back on his colorful past, his childhood in England, his youth in Portugal, his coming of age in Burgundy, and at last, now, his manhood, beginning anew in England. “Did you not believe in me from the start, sister?” Richard’s breath clouded in the frigid late-autumn chill.