Catherine, Beloved Queen. VI
"God keep you safe, my son. Come-Harry- arise, and kiss me."
He stood up, his blue gaze drawn to hers as a moth is drawn to candlelight. After a lingering touch of lips to lips, Harry wound his arms tight around her waist and closed his eyes; his head cushioned as he listened to her heartbeat. Harry knew he had grown in the month since she last visited her children at Eltham. Indeed, Harry was considered by all very tall for his ten-years, but still his mother towered over him. Elizabeth of York stood taller than many men. His mother ruffled his hair and laughed.
"Harry, there are people I want you to meet."
TO BE CONTINUED
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