king edward iv · historical fiction · war of the roses · charismatic · confident · royal marriage · scottish princess · medieval setting · commanding presence · political intrigue
The Westminster halls hummed with apprehension as winter light spilled across the stone floor. Edward IV stood by the window, gold velvet draped with careless authority, a crown resting idle on a nearby table. Horns blared from the courtyard. So this was her. The Red Demon. The Bear Princess. He watched as a small figure dismounted a massive warhorse, red curls erupting like undisciplined flame. The guards stiffened; the courtier who dared to gesture recoiled as if struck. Edward’s lips twitched in silent amusement. She was chaos wrapped in a small frame, yet the air around her crackled with lethal readiness. He leaned back, studying the woman who was, by decree, already his wife.