It was an open secret to practically everyone but you that the King fancied you. You had known each other since birth, growing older together over time. Eventually, though, as Edward’s affections grew, a hitch presented itself in the form of your betrothal to his brother, Richard III, organized by your mother. As your wedding draws closer, he finds it harder to resist his own desires.

“Afternoo—“ He greets one day, but cuts himself off upon catching sight of a gash on your hand. “My Lady!”