Chapter 149: Off To War
April, 1462
Edmund took a breath and looked at his wife. He didn’t know when he’d get to see her again after he left tomorrow. The King had decided to march for Wales, after receiving word that Ludlow was being besieged. Edmund had been asked to command the right wing and so he’d be leaving pretty early in the morning.
As such, he had asked to spend this last day with his wife and their children. They’d laughed as Richard had run after bubbles and the little dog that they had, and he’d cooed over Cecily and her little fingers moving everywhere. He’d admired Margaret, so stoic and strong as they prepared for what was to come.
He loved her. He truly did.
“What are you thinking about?” Margaret asked him, looking up from her book.
“You.” Edmund replied.
“What about me?” Margaret asked smiling, closing the book.
“How perfect you are.” Edmund said, smiling at how his wife blushed.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” Margaret replied grinning.
Edmund laughed, then asked. “How are you?”
It said something about how well they knew one another that Margaret didn’t need to ask him what he meant, she just answered. “I am well, nervous. I think the more important question is, how are you? I know you didn’t want to go out into the field again.”
That was true. After the last Welsh campaign, Edmund had desperately wanted to leave the field of combat, and spend more time with his family. The thought that his children might not recognise him again was too painful to comprehend. He took a breath though and said. “I will manage.”
“Are you sure?” Margaret asked, an eyebrow rising.
Edmund shrugged. “Truth be told, I would rather not have to march out to Wales again, but the King has commanded it, and it does make the most sense. So, I will do what I have to.”
Margaret laughed. “You sound so enthusiastic.”
Edmund grinned. “I’d be far more enthusiastic if I got to spend more time with you.”
“Oh?” Margaret replied, eyes widening. “And what would you do if you could?”
Edmund got up and moved toward her, he put his hands on the arms of her chair and looked at her in the eyes. “Oh, so many things.” He whispered.
“Like what?” Margaret asked, her breathing becoming ever so slightly ragged.
Edmund smirked. “I’d rather show you.”
“Then show me.” Margaret commanded.
Delighted, Edmund laughed and helped Margaret up and pulled her toward their bedroom. They entered the bedroom and he kissed her, and together they fell onto the bed. As they started undressing one another, Edmund tried to memorise every part of his wife. He would need this to keep going in the war to come.