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Post Author at Pan HistoriaMaud of England posts in The Frenzied Crown

Maud sat with great pride as befitting an Empress, with her hand resting upon her unborn child, displaying her growing affection. Upon the ground sat little and Henry and Geoffrey, who were playing near their mother’s feet, bringing a soft smile to her lips. They were two healthy, lively sons, and with luck, a third will soon join them. It was almost as if fate itself was securing her line in the case that the eldest would fall. But little Henry would not. His mother’s intuition was strong, almost insatiable; he was already a readied King of England, sharing in the blood of his mother and grandfather. No matter what the future might hold, he will end up strong with the crown atop his red head, sitting proudly upon his throne, lording over his domain as his birthright allowed. Someone will no doubt arise to challenge Maud’s claim, and thus his own, but when that time comes, he will prove victorious.

It wasn’t just a simple prediction as a mother, praying and knowing that the best would befall her children. It was destiny. She felt it boil deep within her own soul, a knowledge she shared with her son, a simple yet powerful word: birthright. Perhaps it was the very same feeling that has driven her father all his life, and even her grandfather before him?

As she continued to smile down to her children, offering them words of encouragement, one of her handmaidens came forth and delivered a small letter; her father had once again refused her request. In a short rush of fury, she crumbled the paper, and while holding it in her palm, she called for her husband. Geoffrey of Anjou arrived, still in a state of uneasiness, and as she spoke she was greatly aggrieved: “Again my father denies me. Does he not realize that I need those very lands to prove myself to his barons?”

The Count took the crumbled paper from her hands, and once he read it, he dismissed her father’s words. “I agree that we need those lands, but you should not be too quick to excitement. At least for the sake of the unborn babe.”

Maud looked to him in great displeasure and was quick to remind him of the situation. “I must worry for my birthright, husband, for the sake of all our children. The Church already supports my cousin, the Count of Boulogne, whose own brother holds title within their ranks. My father’s barons might as well follow them now, most of whom would abhor the very idea of a woman wearing the crown! I am my father’s only remaining heir with my brother being long dead…it is my duty to continue his line, the line that my grandfather set into place. And so I must worry for my crown as my dear lord father will not.”

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