Which she could feel her energy leaving her body. Margaret held natural beauty, that's what was said about her. The whole town know of Margaret Grey, the brightest and clever girl that was born to the Grey family. During this times were tuft, England was at war, people were choosing sides. The Grey family have been loyal to Lancastrian for as long as anyone could remember. King Henry IV of England have been their king and refused to accept a York King. That wasn't the case for Caster Grey and Amelia Grey. Caster had been born to Sir Edward Grey of Groby, soon enough his mother died and he went off to marry another. He had many half brothers and sisters but he was firstborn was given no titles or lands, therefore he no use of of the title he once stood it. That didn't matter to him, gods had given him a gift and it was woman who will saved him.

He had marry a Neville just by luck.

Amelia Neville, had been loyal wife and had made him the happiest he ever been. His wife was at York side, he chose to be at his wife side hoping the Yorkist would claim the throne. Margaret truly grew up in battlegrounds, as she refused to let her father fight off in the war unless she was there to treat him when he got back.

              FLASHBACK

Margaret has stroll down the gateway running outside. She smell the garden and immediately giggled out of excitement. She ran around trying to find some daisy's when she stumbled upon some flock of birds. When she was just a babe, they used to call her dove. She didn't know why but certainly held her heart stumbled to core. The birds were some beautiful and magical it made her smile out of happiness. The whole reason she was outside was because she was trying to hide from her parents. They were getting her ready to meet the Grey family, regarding something about her grey relatives. When she stroll down the garden, she could see large footprints. Somebody is already here.

"Margaret!" A voice announced. She looked to the side to see Edward Plantagenet. The eldest York son. He looked taller than her was wearing sliver amor suit. "Where have you been?" With that she let out a smile, giggled out of excitement. They were the same age around ten years old. The York's boys were staying in her Grey Castle. All she heard was something about their father coming for them soon enough to fight off for battle.

"I wanted to see the garden, Edward." With that sentence, she began to run off only to be grab by her arm. "You can be running off like that. Your father expects me to bring you back."

"Who cares what father thinks? I want to roam free," she spoke softly. Edward chuckles slowly leaning forward to place a string of her hair behind her ear. "You'll roam free when your older. For now, be a good daughter and go be with your parents."

"What's the point?" Margaret whined. She slowly looked away, refusing to say a word. She didn't move. That's until Edward decided to bend down chucking looking upon her. "Your beautiful girl, and we wouldn't anything bad happening to you. Would we?" With that she began to turn around upset refused to say anything else.

Edward sighed. He got up and walked towards her side. Margaret held the brightest blue eyes, and with that her gown had gotten dirt. "Margaret, your dress is dirty." With that sentence caught her attention. Margaret began to whimper. "Edward, please clean it. Father will get mad at me." She began to rambled trying not to cried.

Edward chuckles. "Of course, my princess." He smirked causing her to smile. With that he held his hand out for her to take. "Follow me," with that she took his hand. "I'll always follow you, Edward." Edward took a moment to look at her, he didn't believe the words she said, she was so young and doesn't know nothing about this war that is brewing.

"You mean that?" He asked. She smiled taking his hand, smiling. "Of course, Edward. I do mean it with my heart, Edward." With that she smiled as their hands were feeling each other warmth.

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With that sentence being made, she made her towards the garden. She was now eighteen years old, she walked around with her elder brother by her side. "Have the York's won for sure?" With that being said Richard Grey nodded eagerly. She was the eldest out of her siblings, Richard had been only a boy to go out and fight. "Yes, Edward still roams the woods. I heard."

"That's great news. I mean for England. England needs a savior. Edward will be perfect king for all of us." She continued the conversation walking down the path. "Whose to say? Perhaps he will reward father with plenty of gold. We can move out of his castle into the Royal Castle with him."

"You have imagine the impossible, sister." Richard reply. "Edward ain't capable of bringing us back. Father and I have fought out best for his victory. The best he can do is give us the lands that belong once to father." Margaret had heard of his father story, that he wasn't given the proper lands and titles that rightfully belong to him. "They belong to his half-brother John Grey, with his wife Elizabeth Woodville."

Richard laughed. "Father is the firstborn. John Grey lands and titles were taken from him once Edward won the war. Also he's dead." Margaret gulps. She is worry for Elizabeth Woodville, and her two sons. How must they be feeling now, with nothing to gain or live for.  "We're hoping Edward makes a stop here. We hope to ask the king for father rightful lands and titles back."

"It isn't fair for Elizabeth Woodville." Margaret replied shortly. With that she gave her brother a spiteful look and began to walk away. How could she go on any further? When so many people have suffered?! She began to walked away furiously, she fell her eyes on a tall man, who stood in her house entrance.

"I'm sorry, your not permitted to be here. I'm calling the guards." Margaret began to yell out only to be shun down. "Don't, Margaret. It's me, Edward." With that sentence being made. The man took out his helmet revealing to be King Edward of York. Slowly, she bow down. "My apologies, my king." She showed a bright smile as Edward return the same. It's been a year since they last saw each other. The last thing he ever said to her was he'll come back for her. He didn't break his promise. He is there standing in front of her, in perfect shape and form smiling out of happiness right at her.

AUTHOR NOTE

Well you guess it! My dumb ass-self had to make another story! I'm here. Well this story is going to take different course. Margaret Grey reminds me of Sansa Stark from Game of Thrones, with the mixture of Princess Gisla from Vikings and finally Clarice de Medici of Masters of Florence. This story is going to be difficult to write, for a reason. You'll see as it goes on. I'm excited to start this story, because trust me it's going to a route you never expect and that's why it's going to be difficult. Daily updates starting now! Also the story is set four years before Edward meets Elizabeth Woodville, but we will see her sooner than we expect, she is a Grey after all.

The song will be Margaret and Edward theme.

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