The Procrastination Game

So, does this mean that I've won the Procrastination Game, or lost it? And frick- I just lost The Game (sorry)!


So, I'm going to do this as from the scene where the Duchess of York confronts Richard, because I feel that it's the most powerful one for her. It's kinda like she's been just going with it and turning a blind eye for the most part, but now he's crossed a line- he's now killed innocent children and I have do to something about it dammit! So yeah, that's what this is for.

1. Who am I?
I am the Duchess of York- I am a duchess- a loving mother of three boys- a widow- the mother of a king (twice)- by now, the grieving mother of two sons- a strong women- a determined woman- a political device- a disappointed (and beyond) mother- a horrified woman- a woman who has been pushed to her breaking point.

2. Where am I?
Outside the Palace, in London, in England.

3. What time is it?
It's around early evening- the time when the sky is a starting to get darker but hasn't quite gotten to sundown. It's the 6th of July. It's the day that my youngest son was crowned the King of England.

4. What are my surroundings.
I'm in front of the Palace. There's a roadway of shale and pebbles forming a path to the palace proper, but I am on a stretch of grass on the gardens just before the palace. Somewhat ironically, I'm closest to the roses. There are crows on the grass around me. I really hate crows, they are bringers of death, and are always a bad omen. One of them is tearing up a white rose. That makes me a bit nervous. . .

5. What are the given circumstances?
Well, so far, my day is pretty much sucking. To put it mildly. Well, actually, the past week has really been dreadful. I've now lost my two eldest sons, and my grandchildren- all at the hands (however indirectly) of my youngest son. The former Queen Margret has just skulked away, after just baisically wishing for Richard to die. To my surprise, I found myself agreeing with her. Killing the young Princes of York was too far, way too far. They were just children. Strangley enough, her words have somewhat inspired me.

6. What is my relationship?
To Elizabeth, well, I never really approved of my sons marriage to her, since he was betrothed to someone else first and all. Regardless, I liked her well enough. After today though. . . It's terrible to lose ones children, and so close to the death of her husband.

To the flowers around me, well, I find them to be a comfort. It's not quite proper, but when I first came here, I would wander through the gardens proper, which is a bit further then where we're standing. We are just on the edge of where the flowers begin, on the grass between them and the path. I do love these flowers, if only because they remained a constant in the time of war, where it seemed like everyone was dieing around me. Now, when the war is supposed to be over, they are all still dieing. Now though, though flowers don't hold the same comfort as they once did.

To Richard. Well, he's my son. And he was such a sweet child. A bit arrogant, a bit rough, but most children are. I've tried to look past his recent behavior, to just try and I have, to hope that God will purify him, but now. . . Well, I can't look past this anymore. I can't think of him as my son. He is just the killer of my children and my grandchildren.

7. What do I want?
I want Richard to stop. I want him to suffer for what he's done. I want Margret's curses to come true, because Richard has done to much to be considered my son- not with his hands so bloody. I want him to feel the pain that he has put me, and Elizabeth, through.

8. What is in my way?
Mostly the fact that Richard is a remorseless toad who cares about no one but himself and is apperantly incapable of guilt or remorse.

9. How will I get it?
I'm going to march straight up to him and force him to listen to me- to hear what he has done. I plan to add my own curse to Margrets, all the more powerful for our blood relationship. I will make it clear that I have severed all ties with him.

10. How will I know when I have it?
I'm kind of hoping that he'll break down into tears and then beg for forgiveness, but my expectations are not high. That being said, the only way that I will know that I'll have it is when he truly and genuinely apologizes for his actions, and stops freaking killing people.

Yay! I'm done! I have to say, last years was more enjoyable to write, but I did still enjoy this. I ended up doing a lot of googling and asking for this, which meant it took me about thrice as long as it would have otherwise. Though, as a plus, I did learn my name. Cecily Neville. Which means that I'm somehow related to Anne.

Anyway, I'm signing off now, because I've been at this for about two hours now (I got side trackd by history. It's a great story, you know. Really facinating read)

- - Cat O'Grady

p.s. Ian, could you bring the flag and paint stuff tomorrow? I forgot to ask in class. That is, if you read this tonight. If not, it's totally my fault for not posting earlier.