Richard rest his back against the base off a tree, the night is cold, the wind howling through the winding branches of the forest, the sound haunting as i rung all around him.

He’s bleeding — he notices. One of those Lancaster scum managed to get a hit on him.

All alone in the cold of the forest, no one to see his blood or hear his laboured breaths he’s brought back to a distant memory.

His mother and his brothers, happily playing a game of hide and seek, his mother gently cradling his hand in hers as she walked, leading him further and further into the wood, when suddenly she dropped it and disappeared, taking his brothers back to the warmth and safety of the manor, and leaving a small Richard to curl up and shiver in the cold autumn night….