ky_moonwillow
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Eleven years. Eleven years. The phrase ran round and round in her head.
That was how long it had been since she had last seen her son. He was only seven the last time she had held him in her arms, or sang him to sleep. She thought that the fates were cruel when she lost his father to a sudden sweeping illness, but the fates had proven far crueler in the events that followed.
Her husband Charles had been king, and the laws of the land prevented a foreign born queen from ruling as regent on her child's behalf, so that privilege was granted to the king's brother Richard, and that was where her nightmare began. Richard was covetous and lustful. He lacked the honor and charisma that made Charles a great man and beloved leader. Richard revealed his intentions toward Queen Josephina on the very day he was named regent. She was given the option to become Richard's wife, or quit the kingdom.
If she'd had the wisdom then that she had now, she would have swallowed her pride and done whatever she had to do in order to stay with her child, but she had been so full of passion and conviction, so desperately in love with her lost husband, that she could not bare the thought of betraying his memory so soon after his passing. So she kissed her sweet little boy goodbye, even though he cried and begged for her to stay, and like a fool she climbed into the carriage that would carry her back to her homeland.
When she left she did not know if she would ever seen him again. She did not know what kind of man he would grow into without her guidance, and without the example of his father. She wrote letters to him every week with great devotion, and remembered him in her prayers every night, but she did not know if he ever received her letters. She did not know if anyone would have explained to him the real reason that his mother had left so suddenly, and so soon after his father's death.
The day the messenger came with the invitation to attend her son's eighteenth birthday festival and subsequent coronation was the happiest day of her life. It was the answer to her prayers, and she could not help but count the hours until she would be reunited with him.
That was how long it had been since she had last seen her son. He was only seven the last time she had held him in her arms, or sang him to sleep. She thought that the fates were cruel when she lost his father to a sudden sweeping illness, but the fates had proven far crueler in the events that followed.
Her husband Charles had been king, and the laws of the land prevented a foreign born queen from ruling as regent on her child's behalf, so that privilege was granted to the king's brother Richard, and that was where her nightmare began. Richard was covetous and lustful. He lacked the honor and charisma that made Charles a great man and beloved leader. Richard revealed his intentions toward Queen Josephina on the very day he was named regent. She was given the option to become Richard's wife, or quit the kingdom.
If she'd had the wisdom then that she had now, she would have swallowed her pride and done whatever she had to do in order to stay with her child, but she had been so full of passion and conviction, so desperately in love with her lost husband, that she could not bare the thought of betraying his memory so soon after his passing. So she kissed her sweet little boy goodbye, even though he cried and begged for her to stay, and like a fool she climbed into the carriage that would carry her back to her homeland.
When she left she did not know if she would ever seen him again. She did not know what kind of man he would grow into without her guidance, and without the example of his father. She wrote letters to him every week with great devotion, and remembered him in her prayers every night, but she did not know if he ever received her letters. She did not know if anyone would have explained to him the real reason that his mother had left so suddenly, and so soon after his father's death.
The day the messenger came with the invitation to attend her son's eighteenth birthday festival and subsequent coronation was the happiest day of her life. It was the answer to her prayers, and she could not help but count the hours until she would be reunited with him.