Their marriage united two dynasties and made England strong. But discord reigned. Could love truly bloom amongst the thorns?
Henry Tudor was born of royal blood. He was the son of Margaret Beaufort and the last living Lancastrian heir to the throne of England. Exiled to Brittany with the rise of the Yorkist house, and growing under the shadow of the French king, Henry determined his time would come. Now, it had.
England was in turmoil; a murderer had taken the throne, true princes were dead and only Henry could free the country from the grip of a traitor. Could he conquer the country, the populace and woo a Yorkist princess? Or was he destined, like his ancestors before him, to fail? He only knew he was prepared to die trying…
Elizabeth of York, princess of the realm and beloved daughter of Edward IV had been foretold her destiny; She would marry her enemy, bear him a dynasty that had no rival and would love him from this world into the next. Elizabeth, however, was not a fatalist. Her path may have been pre-ordained but that did not mean she had to submit to it. She was not sure how she would evade her fate; she only knew that she was prepared to die trying…
This is their story.