Rivals in the Tudor Court. Darcey Bonnette

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      Copyright

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      Source ISBN: 9781847562586

      Ebook Edition © OCTOBER 2011 ISBN: 9781847563026

      Version: 2018-07-25

      Dedication

      For my sailor

      Contents

       Cover

      Title Page

      Copyright

      Dedication

      Book One

      Thomas

      The Tower of London

      Armor

      Two Bonny Lads

      A New Allegiance

      Family Man

      The Passing of a Crown

      Book Two

      Elizabeth

      Kenninghall

      A Little Maid

      Of Princes …

      … and Pirates

      Change Winds

      The Fruits of War

      A Countess’s Life

      The Isle of Erin

      Traitors and Lovers

      The Duke of Norfolk

      Book Three

      Bess

      Mendham, Suffolk

      A Real Live Duke

      Two Ladies

      The Palace Shaped Like an H

      The End of an Era

      For the King’s Pleasure

      Kenninghall

      The Redbourne Years

      A Howard Rose

      Blossom of Hope

      Book Four

      The Howard Legacy

      Fall from Grace

      Gratia Dei, Sum Quod Sum!

      Norfolk House

      Further Reading

      A Reading Group Guide

      Discussion Questions

      Acknowledgments

      About the Author

      Other Books by Darcey Bonnette

       About the Publisher

      The Tower of London

      Thomas Howard, January 1547

      Two bitches, a bewildered dolt, and a hothead have condemned me to this wretched place. The first wench would be my lovely wife, Elizabeth, whose list of virtues is far too extensive to catalogue. The second is my mistress, Bess Holland, who found it expedient to trade her lover for jewels and lands. The dolt is my daughter Mary, whose endless capacity for ineptness exempts her from being entirely to blame. But the hothead! The hothead is my own son Henry, Earl of Surrey, that talented boy I put such store in. My Surrey. Surrey, who claims to loathe upstarts with all his being yet decides to become one himself, quartering his arms with that of Edward the Confessor (a right reserved for kings alone!), bragging about what we Howards would achieve while ruling through Prince Edward when he comes to power, even plotting the kidnapping of His little Highness…. Oh, I cannot think of it! Fools!

      It is cold in the Tower. Dampness seeps through the bare stone walls, rats scamper about, eager to feast upon my flesh should my soul decide to vacate it.

      “You will have to wait,” I tell them.

      I lie on my bed and scowl at the ceiling. This will not do. I have written to Henry VIII. I have grovelled and snivelled and humiliated myself to the fullest extent. But why would he break with tradition to spare me? What am I saying? It is thinking like this that will kill me. I have never entertained such notions before. I have always survived. I have always pressed on.

      I am Thomas Howard.

      Armor

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