The True King

Heavy footsteps from feet which once tread delicately, illuminated the castle halls as her gown moped the floor behind her.

“My Lord!” She shrieked, her hair a frizzy mess “My Lord, something terrible has happened”

King Richard III narrowed his ungodly eyes, his expression seemed unhinged by her frantic manor.

“It’s the Queen my Lord!” She huffed “The Queen... I’m afraid she has…”

The room grew darker and the air became ice, Richards shadow towered over the little women, his devilish voice formed a pit within her stomach.

“What is it.”

“The Queens dead, my Lord” She gulped “First her husband, then her sons and now… her. I’m terribly sorry my Lord”

There was a pause.

“Leave me” He ordered, and with a slight bow she did.

A crooked smile began to form across Richards' lips, as he released a profound chuckle.

“Finally” he bellowed

Meanwhile, the news of the Queen's death travelled to France and alerted Henry Tudor.

“It is time,” he said

* * *

Richard kneeled and repented the blood in which stained the skin on his hands.

“Please forgive me, father”

Rising to his feet he mounted his horse. For if there is one thing Richard is not, is a coward. The sounds of metal repeatedly clanking together bellowed within the environments around them.

Richard swung his sword heroically slashing at all who was opposed, His face held the expression of vengeance. Suddenly, Richard witnessed as his vanguard the Duke of York was sliced into his chest and thrown off his horse.

“NO!” He exclaimed rage flooded his body, along with negative thoughts “no.”

Richards horse charged towards Henry’s lines cutting down his standard-bearer and severely injuring his strongest knight. Henry’s eyes locked onto Richards; anger shined brightly within both.

Charging towards one another, Richard begins to draw his sword, only to be thrown off his horse. Then slayed by Henry.

The battlefield froze and watched in horror as Henry pulled his sword from Richards lifeless once hunched body. The air was moist, and the wind was cold.

“Goodbye, you bottled toad”