Her mother knelt beside her. “The king married me to Henry Stafford, and we went to live in Lincolnshire, on the edge of the Fens. I sent you and Henry away separately to ensure the greatest safety. I knew Henry would be safest with your uncle Jasper in Wales, because of the endless war between Yorkists and Lancastrians here in England. I had big dreams for Henry. I wanted him on the throne, so I had his uncle train him as a warrior as soon as he could lift a sword. With his royal heritage, he deserves the throne, if not through blood, by battle. So I helped finance his armies. But you—my daughter, my princess—” She faltered. “I had to make a much greater sacrifice for you. I told King Henry you died, and delivered you unto Elizabeth Woodville. Because I feared for your life even more than
