11 June, 1507
Rays of sun burst through the whipped, blackened blanket so often covering the London sky. Peering over the high shelf of the clouds, the suns light illuminated a portion of the city in a manner most queer, keeping most of the city under the cool shade. It is to this sight that Françoise d'Alençon and Henry, Prince of Wales, step out of a carriage and unto a street packed to the brim with an adoring crowd. “***MAKE WAY FOR THE PRINCE!***” called two soldiers, as a row of men pushed the crowd out of the way forming a wide path directly up to the doors of Westminster. The Prince stepped with a hop out of the carriage, swung his arms to catch his balance and looked up towards the crowd with a bombastic smile. His hand stretched out in a wave, and the crowd cheered. Henry turned back towards the carriage, and extended his hand into the darkened interior. A pale hand gripped his and pulled itself into the light, the seventeen year old Françoise grimacing slightly both as she entered the light, and from the sound of the crowd roaring at the sight of the to-be Queen of England.
Adorned in a royal blue dress with golden fleur-de-lis, highlights of red, and precious stones sewn into the gown, Françoise stepped onto the ground beside her groom who was himself adorned in a high hat of the finest English wool spun in Burgundy into the form on his head now. A doublet hung off his young frame, half of which displayed the blue-and-red arms of England his father, with the other half bearing the green-and-white of Wales. A red dragon of Wales hangs over this background, ill-detailed though the quilter made certain to include the proper display of fertility and strength.
The couple beamed as they greeted the commoners and made their way into the Abbey, where The Most Reverend William Warham awaited to officiate their union, and the Lords awaited to bear witness.
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12 June, 1507
The festivities lasted well into the night. Powerful men, men who would dictate the future of this young Prince congratulated him well on his marriage and wished only for the most bounteous of unions, lest history repeat himself.
Joanna of Naples, Queen herself, took well to the Princess of Wales and indeed well into the night the two spoke, the elder Queen pledging to look over Françoise as her own.
After the night had wound down, the couple were ushered
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I've been reading a lot of novels about Tudor England, but I'd like to read one about the Plantagenets. Thanks in advance.
Last night I played a game as the Habsburgs. As usual William conquered England and around 1165 one of his great-grandsons who just inherited the throne of England founded the Plantagenet House, with the correct CoA and all. At first I thought the Kings child had already a county and just founded the cadet branch before he inherited England, but the new house was separate from de Normandie house and wasn’t listed as a cadet house.
I’ve never seen this before
Edit: For those interested. It could be a mod, although I look through all of them and neither mentions this.
The requirements to form the Plantagenet are this:
You have to be King of England or France.
No of your living ancestors is of your house.
You are not the house head.
You are independent.
I read the Plantagenets by Dan Jones, I thought it was brilliant and fascinating. The family drama of King Henry ii mirrors that of Brian Cox in succession- except bloodier and even more dramatic! So I’m looking for something set from 12th-15th century, not necessarily following the major famous figures, just something that will transport me deep into that world, the people, attitudes, day to day life.
Ive never seen it before, I’ve been looking at the reward and wondering if it’s actually worth getting the luxury precious treasure. To be able to get the general at the end or if it’s just another impossible task for a k30. The hardest task in the first 2weeks looks like train 800k troop which I could train t1’s for. Thoughts?
My understanding is that nationalism wasn't a major factor before the 19th century, and in any case the Plantagenets were French in origin and speech.
