Richard III (1452 – 1485) last Plantagenet
king of England
The photo: King Richard III, by Unknown artist, late 16th century - NPG 148 - © National Portrait Gallery, London.
The reburial of Richard III in Leicester cathedral March 26, 2015: I was
fortunate to get any seat in Leicester cathedral for the reburial service much
less a good one, but Alice, Duchess of M****, generously gave me her ticket. I
am so grateful to Her Grace for letting me take her place (she has a new lover
at her home on Virgin Gorda and preferred not to travel) as another opportunity
to see an infamous King of England reburied after 530 years is not likely to
occur again.
My
status in the pecking order of nobility is far too modest to have merited a
ticket on my own regardless of how ancient my title. I sat with His Grace and
Jack, Viscount Sandbach. The Duke’s ancestors had fought for the House of York
and Richard III while my Welch ancestors fought against him and for the House
of Lancaster with Henry Tudor, Earl of Richmond at the battle of Bosworth
Field. It was the last of the significant battles’ of the War of the Roses and with
the death of Richard Henry became the first Tudor king.
The
Tudor dynasty or House of Tudor was a royal house of Welsh and English origin descended in the male line from the Tudors of Penmynydd, which ruled the Kingdom of England and its realms, including
their ancestral Wales.
Its first monarch was Henry VII, a descendant through his mother of a
legitimized branch of the English royal House of Lancaster.
DNA questions: the House of York apparently could have put chastity
belts to more efficient use somewhere along the line. DNA tests have uncovered
evidence of a family secret. It emerged when researchers at Leicester
University compared the Y chromosomes of Richard III and five anonymous male
relatives of Henry Somerset (1744-1803), who claim descent from Edward III, the
great great grandfather of Richard III.
Since the Y chromosome is passed down from father to son, it should look the
same in the descendants of Henry Somerset, the 5th Duke of Beaufort, and
Richard III. But genetic tests found no sign of a match. Somewhere in the
family between Richard III and the Somersets, at least one man had been cuckolded.
The Reburial Service: The service was conducted by the Archbishop of
Canterbury head of the Anglican Church though all who fought at Bosworth Field
were Catholic, the Anglican split from Roman Catholicism not occurring until
the reign of Henry VIII. Benedict Cumberbatch the Brit actor and heartthrob of
most women in the UK these days read a poem and I thought eclipsed the minor
royalty that attended, though there was no scrum of female fans around BC which
I thought showed considerable restraint. However, there weren’t many young
women there and he’s newly married now and she is very pregnant. So we know their plumbing works. Still many of us, including me, would like to
see what it would be like to be mounted and inseminated by him.
Anya stayed with my wards and Marvin as well as
Ashley, Jack’s fiancée, aboard The Dragon and watched the service on the telly.
After the service His Grace and Jack came back to the Dragon for a celebratory
burial feast and a ride down to London where they will be spending several
days. His Grace’s family has thought for centuries that Richard has gotten a
bad reputation from Shakespeare’s play when he wasn’t any more ruthless than
others in his time. They are delighted that Richard, the last of the
Plantagenet kings, has finally gotten a proper burial.
His
Grace’s need:
During the service the old bull had me sit next to him where he could grope me
with his hand under my coat which was across my lap. I didn’t really mind as he
is always gentle in these situations where we are having sex in public. I knew
that he had been without female companionship for about a week and that since
her engagement to Jack Ashley was off limits (and pregnant though still
dancing) so he was in need of penetrative sex with a willing female. I knew I
fit his criteria even though he didn’t want me marrying Jack, his heir, because
of my age and the fear that I couldn’t produce healthy male grandchildren. I understand
completely and I am in his debt since he bought me off marrying Jack by expediting
my claim to the Barony which he was successful in obtaining for me in record
time.
So I knew with his gentle groping through the slit
in the skirt of my black jersey Chanel skirt suit that he expected to inseminate
me when we got back to the sleeping compartment of my private rail car. In addition to the Chanel skirt suit I had
worn a black broad brim hat and black leather Louboutin 4 inch heels with a one
inch platform sole that were very comfy to walk in and everyone said how lovely
I looked in black.
I was rather looking forward to having His Grace
thrusting inside me again as I hadn’t had sex with him since the equinox on the
20th which was a week ago and I knew he would be a considerate lover
though perhaps he’s a bit over eager at times. I planned to fuck his brains out
with The Mare’s Trick, keeping him hard inside me after ejaculation while he
recovers and then to milk the thick creamy semen from him again. The result of
that much intense sex always puts him into a deep sleep so I thought he would
sleep all the way to London which he did.
Mistress shopping: Ashley was to introduce him to a dancer friend as
his former ballet dancer mistress has returned to Russia to recover from an
abortion and to begin performing again with the Mariinsky. He is now
interviewing sexually adventuresome ballet dancers Ashley’s age looking for a
new intimate companion.
Homeward bound: The trip from Leicester to London was routine and
we all slept aboard The Dragon. In the morning we had a full English breakfast
cooked by my chef and staff aboard before detraining in London. His Grace, Jack
and Ashley went to the Savoy. Marvin, my
wards, Anya and I returned to Blackstone House in Belgravia.
