You remember when I first told you about The White Queen (where I also mentioned my queen name – Queen Sophia IV)? Well, I’ve been watching it faithfully since it premiered, but a lot of times, I’m not able to watch it live because I’m not home. This past Saturday, however, I was home, so I watched it. Before the show, the official Twitter account of The White Queen tweeted the photo below, which sent me into panic mode.
Why are they (Ann and Richard) dressed like the King and Queen? Richard is the King’s brother, and Ann is his wife. The only way that they would be dressed as King is if King Edward has been overthrown, or worse, dead. So before the show even started, I was already afraid. I was having heart palpitations, no kidding.
My fear came to life. King Edward died in this episode. I cried so much. I mean, I wasn’t just shedding quiet tears. I was wailing. See, King Edward loved his wife, Queen Elizabeth. They had that kind of love that you could see and feel. Have you ever met a couple like that? Like, the way the man looks at his wife and touches her, you’re just immersed in their love, even if you don’t want to be.
Even the way he made love to her, it looked like it came from his soul, like while inside her, they were on a new level of connection: spiritual (I almost said they looked like they were on a new level of grace. Inside joke for the Nigerians). It was beautiful. Well, that’s the kind of love that King Edward had for his wife — and I was just as in love with him as his wife, Queen Elizabeth was — until he started whoring around. He even had a live-in mistress. I mean!
But I did not want him to die. He died of fever. Where’s Tylenol when you need it? It was probably the flu, but there probably wasn’t any diagnosis or treatment for that during the medieval times. On his death bed, he told Queen Elizabeth that she was the love of his life, and he thanked her. And I wailed even more. I’m surprised my neighbors didn’t knock on my door from all my wailing.
As soon as the King died, the tension that had been hiding itself rose and multiplied. Everyone became everyone’s enemy. King Edward’s brother, Richard [married to the King Maker’s daughter, Ann] put himself on the throne — after killing Queen Elizabeth’s brother, Anthony.
Meanwhile, Margret Beaufort is the real enemy to watch out for here. Peace would have been restored if she and her conniving husband, Stanley had not gone and told lies to both Richard and Queen Elizabeth. She’s planning on how to make her son, Henry Tudor the King of England. And I am afraid that she might actually win.
So on Saturday night, I did not sleep well. I kept dreaming of The White Queen. What would happen next? Whose head will be beheaded next? Richard is King now. And his power-hungry wife, Ann (the Kingmaker’s daughter) is now the queen. I dreamt so much of The White Queen that I am now having trouble distinguishing from what I watched on television and what I watched in my subconscious. In the preview of the next episode, Ann (I refuse to call her Queen Ann) wants King Edward’s sons to be murdered because they are a threat to the throne.
People that need to die: Duchess Cecily of York (King Edwards’s mom. How can a mother plot against her own son?), Margret Beaufort, Jasper Tudor, and Ann Neville. I don’t like what Richard is doing right now, but I don’t know yet if I want him dead. We’ll see how I feel next week.
Best possible scenario: They don’t succeed in killing the boys. Queen Elizabeth takes back her throne. She finds out that Margaret Beaufort is a double agent and she beheads her and banishes her son.
Worst possible scenario: They kill the boys and Margret Beaufort and her son, Henry Tudor kill them (Richard and Ann) and take the throne.
Good God Almighty. This is too much. Even for me.
Your Grace, Queen Sophia IV