—- Shows quietly at court after spending the first hours of the day in prayers. “Good morrow to ye”

Oh that year…

She is not so sure… Businesses in England hold her back for the moment. But she will definitely pay an effort in seeing her beloved Valois cousins.

*narrows eyes* You deserve it. You know you do.

Cute. Shame I might haunt you for the rest of your days. *☺️*

*misses her family dearly*

—- “C’est très fatiguant de parler en anglais…” a thought occurs her, beneath the sweet demeanor displayed at the court as she greets the English noblemen.

—- Spots Katherine Neville and waves, smiling friendly.

"Lord, into thy hands I command my spirit" *Jane Dudley, née Grey. (1537-1554).* Queen of England for nine days. Great-granddaughter to #HenyVII King of England; granddaughter to #MaryTudor Duchess of Suffolk & Queen of France.

*Waves*

Non. *side smirk*

Today is my bitter enemy’s birthday. *🤢🤮* Good grief, dearest Cecily, you could have arranged yourself a better husband. A traitor does not fit the cousin of a king.

//writer’s note: Margaret and Cecily remained good friends despite the former’s feud with the said lady’s husband. Don’t buy the Philippa Gregory nonsense that the two women were at odds with each other, please.

*a moment of jest with the Duchess of York is recorded by the chroniclers of the court*

*spots 𝑨𝒏𝒏𝒆 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆.* Greetings, daughter.

—- Casually glares at ༄ 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗘𝗱𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗜𝗩

//writer's note: well, looks like this account came to nothing... what should i do? change characters? if so, who?

*still recollects the day she and Jacquetta would speak for hours…or when lady Elizabeth herself came by and play the lute beautifully*

*does not by any means hate every Yorkist: just Richard, Edward, another Richard, his brother George.*