FRAGMENTS OF A DYNASTY
Summary: after so many years apart, Henry greets his mother after winning the Battle of Bosworth.
Pairings: mother/son in Henry/Margret, father/son implied Henry/Jasper, implied Jasper/Margret.
She greeted him at the door of her manor.
After winning the battle and the war Henry had ridden immediately to his mother. His stepfather and Uncle Jasper were either side of him as they were met either with cheers or disgruntlement from the people they rode past.
He had to see his mother. The woman, who had prayed, written, plotted endlessly for him. Who worked endlessly for years to get him to this point.
Many might think it strange. One of the first things Edward IV did when he was made king had been to find a beautiful woman and celebrate his victory. While he, Henry, began to run the moment he was announced King of England towards the woman who made it all possible for him. His mother.
He had missed her in a way. He can barely remember what she looked like but he can remember her voice and her words and how she had always been right. He knew she worked endlessly for him. That she had done everything, including marrying this icy man beside him, to secure his place on the throne.
She was dressed plainly but richly in black and white. She was pale faced but with dark sparkling eyes and looked undaunted by the fact she had many soldiers coming towards her. He can see why Uncle Jasper claimed she had an inner light within her that no person could have.
He jumped off his horse and headed slowly towards her...what if God had changed his mind and no longer wanted him to be king? What if his mother wanted nothing to do with him even though he is king? What if Uncle Jasper ran off while he was busy looking at his mother who he had not seen in so many years? What if a messenger came and announced that Elizabeth of York refuses to marry him? So many things can still go wrong.
She curtseys deeply. "Your Majesty," she says, "It is an honour to welcome your home."
He bows. "It is an honour to be home, My Lady Mother," he says.
"We have a room prepared for you, Your Majesty," she says calmly and distantly. His stomach churns, did she not love him as a son? Was he solely a monarch to her? "Would you care for a wash and rest before we dine?"
"Please," he says, unable to say anything else.
He watches as Thomas Stanley, his stepfather, greets his mother coldly but politely while his Uncle Jasper greets her warmly as he kisses her hand and calls her sister. Then they all made their way inside the manor. Stanley went his own way to his own chamber while Henry is pleased to see that his mother has taken over the task of showing him his own chambers.
The moment the door shuts her polite facade fades away. He feels warm arms wrap around him and he leans into his mother's embrace that felt so familiar and warm. He could almost remember being held like this long ago when he was a child.
"I am so proud of you Henry," she murmurs as he holds her tightly. "I knew you would be king, God had told me so, but for you to manage it so quickly...I am so happy that you have come home at last."
"So am I, My Lady Mother," he says, now feeling reassured.
He feels his Uncle Jasper give him a comforting squeeze on the shoulder before placing a hand on his mother's shoulder. His face was lit up with a large grin and Henry cannot help but smile back. They were finally reunited, the three of them were together again, after such a long time apart.
They shall never be parted again. The three of them shall remain a family until their deaths.
He was finally home.
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