The Kingmaker's Daughter
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Authors: Philippa Gregory
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KINGMAKER’S
DAUGHTER
By the same author
The Cousins’ War
The Lady of the Rivers
The White Queen
The Red Queen
History
The Women of the Cousins’ War:
The Duchess, the Queen and the King’s Mother
The Tudor Court Novels
The Constant Princess
The Other Boleyn Girl
The Boleyn Inheritance
The Queen’s Fool
The Virgin’s Lover
The Other Queen
Historical Novels
The Wise Woman
Fallen Skies
A Respectable Trade
The Wideacre Trilogy
Wideacre
The Favoured Child
Meridon
Civil War Novels
Earthly Joys
Virgin Earth
Modern Novels
Mrs Hartley and the Growth Centre
Perfectly Correct
The Little House
Zelda’s Cut
Short Stories
Bread and Chocolate
First published in Great Britain by Simon & Schuster UK Ltd, 2012
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CONTENTS
BARNARD CASTLE, COUNTY DURHAM, AUTUMN 1465
WESTMINSTER PALACE, LONDON, CHRISTMAS 1469–70
WESTMINSTER PALACE, LONDON, JANUARY 1470
THE RIVER SEINE, FRANCE, MAY 1470
ANGERS CATHEDRAL, 25 JULY 1470
HARFLEUR, FRANCE, 12 APRIL 1471
CERNE ABBEY, WEYMOUTH, 15 APRIL 1471
TEWKESBURY, GLOUCESTERSHIRE, 4 MAY 1471
THE TOWER OF LONDON, 21 MAY 1471
WESTMINSTER PALACE, LONDON, CHRISTMAS 1471
L’ERBER, LONDON, FEBRUARY 1472
ST MARTIN’S, LONDON, FEBRUARY 1472
ST MARTIN’S, LONDON, APRIL 1472
LAMBETH PALACE, LONDON, SUMMER 1472
WINDSOR CASTLE, SEPTEMBER 1472
FOTHERINGHAY CASTLE, NORTHAMPTONSHIRE, AUTUMN 1472
WINDSOR CASTLE, CHRISTMAS 1472
MIDDLEHAM CASTLE, YORKSHIRE, SPRING 1473
MIDDLEHAM CASTLE, YORKSHIRE, JUNE 1473
FARLEIGH HUNGERFORD CASTLE, SOMERSET, 14 AUGUST 1473
BAYNARD’S CASTLE, LONDON, SUMMER 1473
MIDDLEHAM CASTLE, YORKSHIRE, JULY 1474
MIDDLEHAM CASTLE, YORKSHIRE, SPRING 1475
BAYNARD’S CASTLE, LONDON, SEPTEMBER 1475
MIDDLEHAM CASTLE, YORKSHIRE, SUMMER 1476
WESTMINSTER PALACE, LONDON, AUTUMN 1476
WESTMINSTER PALACE, LONDON, CHRISTMAS DAY 1476
WESTMINSTER PALACE, LONDON, JANUARY 1477
BAYNARD’S CASTLE, LONDON, JANUARY 1477
BAYNARD’S CASTLE, LONDON, MAY 1477
MIDDLEHAM CASTLE, YORKSHIRE, SUMMER 1477
MIDDLEHAM CASTLE, YORKSHIRE, AUTUMN 1477
WESTMINSTER PALACE, LONDON, CHRISTMAS 1477
WESTMINSTER PALACE, LONDON, JANUARY 1478
BAYNARD’S CASTLE, LONDON, FEBRUARY 1478
BAYNARD’S CASTLE, LONDON, MARCH 1478
MIDDLEHAM CASTLE, YORKSHIRE, SUMMER 1482
WESTMINSTER PALACE, LONDON, WINTER 1482–3
MIDDLEHAM CASTLE, YORKSHIRE, APRIL 1483
MIDDLEHAM CASTLE, YORKSHIRE, MAY 1483
MIDDLEHAM CASTLE, YORKSHIRE, JUNE 1483
BAYNARD’S CASTLE, LONDON, JUNE 1483
THE TOWER OF LONDON, JULY 1483
MIDDLEHAM CASTLE, YORKSHIRE, OCTOBER 1483
MIDDLEHAM CASTLE, YORKSHIRE, WINTER 1483
WESTMINSTER PALACE, LONDON, NOVEMBER 1483
GREENWICH PALACE, LONDON, MARCH 1484
NOTTINGHAM CASTLE, SUMMER 1484
WESTMINSTER PALACE, LONDON, WINTER 1484
WESTMINSTER PALACE, LONDON, JANUARY 1485
WESTMINSTER PALACE, LONDON, MARCH 1485
THE TOWER OF LONDON, MAY 1465
My Lady Mother goes first, a great heiress in her own right, and the wife of the greatest subject in the kingdom. Isabel follows, because she is the oldest. Then me: I come
last, I always come last. I can’t see much as we walk into the great throne room of the Tower of London, and my mother leads my sister to curtsey to the throne and steps aside. Isabel sinks
down low, as we have been taught, for a king is a king even if he is a young man put on the throne by my father. His wife will be crowned queen, whatever we may think of her. Then as I step
forwards to make my curtsey I get my first good view of the woman that we have come to court to honour.
She is breathtaking: the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. At once I understand why the king stopped his army at the first sight of her, and married her within weeks. She has a
smile that grows slowly and then shines, like an angel’s smile. I have seen statues that would look stodgy beside her, I have seen painted Madonnas whose features would be coarse beside her
pale luminous loveliness. I rise up from my curtsey to stare at her as if she were an exquisite icon; I cannot look away. Under my scrutiny her face warms, she blushes, she smiles at me, and I
cannot help but beam in reply. She laughs at that, as if she finds my open adoration amusing, and then I see my mother’s furious glance and I scuttle to her side where my sister Isabel is
scowling. ‘You were staring like an idiot,’ she hisses. ‘Embarrassing us all. What would Father say?’
The king steps forwards and kisses my mother warmly on both cheeks. ‘Have you heard from my dear friend, your lord?’ he asks her.
‘Working well in your service,’ she says promptly, for Father is missing tonight’s banquet and all the celebrations, as he is meeting with the King of France himself and the
Duke of Burgundy, meeting with them as an equal, to make peace with these mighty men of Christendom now that the sleeping king has been defeated and we are the new rulers of England. My father is a
great man; he is representing this new king and all of England.
The king, the new king – our king – does a funny mock-bow to Isabel and pats my cheek. He has known us since we were little girls too small to come to such banquets and he was a boy
in our father’s keeping. Meanwhile my mother looks about her as if we were at home in Calais Castle, seeking to find fault with something the servants have done. I know that she is longing to
see anything that she can report later to my father as evidence that this most beautiful queen is unfit for her position. By the sour expression on her face I guess that she has found nothing.
Nobody likes this queen; I should not admire her. It shouldn’t matter to us that she smiles warmly at Isabel and me, that she rises from her great chair to come forwards and clasp my
mother’s hands. We are all determined not to like her. My father had a good marriage planned for this king, a great match with a princess of France. My father worked at this, prepared the
ground, drafted the marriage contract, persuaded people who hate the French that this would be a good thing for the country, would safeguard Calais, might even get Bordeaux back into our keeping,
but then Edward, the new king, the heart-stoppingly handsome and glamorous new king, our darling Edward – like a younger brother to my father and a glorious uncle to us – said as simply
as if he was ordering his dinner that he was married already and nothing could be done about it. Married already? Yes, and to Her.
He did very wrong to act without my father’s advice; everyone knows that. It is the first time he has done so in the long triumphant campaign that took the House of York from shame, when
they had to beg the forgiveness of the sleeping king and the bad queen, to victory and the throne of England. My father has been at Edward’s side, advising and guiding him, dictating his
every move. My father has always judged what is best for him. The king, even though he is king now, is a young man who owes my father everything. He would not have his throne if it were not for my
father taking up his cause, teaching him how to lead an army, fighting his battles for him. My father risked his own life, first for Edward’s father, and then for Edward himself, and then,
just when the sleeping king and the bad queen had run away, and Edward was crowned king, and everything should have been wonderful forever, he went off and secretly married Her.