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Henry Tudor & Elizabeth of York modern student/teacher AU:

Elizabeth York grew up in a small city, having both a privileged and wealthy upbringing due to her family’s status as one of the powerful in the city. At the age of 18 she decided to leave home to escape the power struggle her family was interlocked in with a rival family in their town, the Lancasters. Changing her last name to Plantagenet she runs as far as she can to Rose University. Though she’s now a small fish in a big pond, she flourishes, making lots of friends as well as catching the eye of many suitable men. However, she only has eyes for one of them; her TA for British Literature, Henry Tudor. 
Though he looks slightly familiar, she can’t place where she’s seen him before. Before long they find themselves spending more time together, eventually giving into their attraction and pursuing a relationship. But what happens when she finds out the Henry has a background similar to hers, and is actually a the eldest son of the Lancasters? That he also left his family, but is now being called back to take over headship of the family. 

Will their love prevail? Or will their families rivalries get between them? [spoiler: their love prevails bc FUCK Philippa Gregory these two were in LOVE no matter what situation/AU they’re put in]

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THE WHITE QUEEN MODERN AU: elizabeth x henry requested by strongfemalewoman

when henry tudor married elizabeth plantagenet, it was all anybody could talk about. the little york inc. princess married to the new ceo of lancaster ltd.? surely not. rumours soon began to circulate of match-making, of manipulation, of a marriage arranged for pure convenience’s sake. elizabeth and henry simply smiled bright on each other’s arms and said nothing at all. the truth? it was all arranged, and very cleverly too. henry knew that the only way to ensure a successful takeover of york inc. was to marry its oldest surviving heir, and elizabeth knew that the only way to stay on top was to use the new king of the business world the way she’d used her uncle.

they expected to be a good match. what they didn’t expect was it being a superb one. with elizabeth’s cunning and fast mind for politics, and henry’s strength and dynamism, they sent the newly merged companies rocketing in value. they also certainly didn’t expect to fall in love - but, somewhere along the way amongst take-out dinners in the office in the middle of the night, casual sex to relax became about intimacy and affection, and suddenly the other was what mattered most in the world. that is, until elizabeth fell pregnant two years into their marriage. (it is doubtful that anybody was more surprised than henry when he found himself crying with joy at the news.)

Henry’s first instinct was to send for Elizabeth who, seeing her husband in ‘natural pain and sorrow’, comforted him . Her response was reassuring and rational. Henry should, she said, remember that he had a ‘fair and goodly’ prince and two fair princesses. Besides which, he still had her and they could still have more children: ‘we are both young enough’. Finally calming, Henry thanked his wife, who returned with her ladies to her apartments, where she broke down.

The scene was replayed in reverse now, it was Henry who came to console Elizabeth in good haste out of ‘true, gentle and faithful love’, and who reminded her of the advice she had just given him.

—  [On Arthur’s death] Winter King, Henry VII and The Dawn of Tudor England, Thomas Penn
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ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY

18 January 1486: Henry VII marries Elizabeth of York.

A pact was agreed. Henry earl of Richmond would return from Brittany to claim the throne, and he would take as his queen Elizabeth of York, the oldest of Edward IV and Elizabeth’s daughters. The families of Beaufort and Woodville - or, if the point was stretched somewhat, the houses of Lancaster and York - would be united; so too would be England. Heralds and historians were good at these genealogical slights of hand. On their brilliantly illuminated parchment rolls, coats-of-arms, badges and portraits were erased and cut out; others appeared in their place. A dynasty that had been eradicated could blossom miraculously like a rose in winter, its lineal descent fully formed, its succession inevitable. Now, with the merging of the red rose and the white, Henry was presented as the successor to Edward IV, the king who had all but obliterated his family and had only narrowly failed to do the same to him. While the logic was flawed, the symbolism was irresistible.

- Thomas Penn, The Winter King: Henry VII and the Dawn of Tudor England

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The Death of Arthur Tudor, Prince of Wales
- 2nd April 1502 | Ludlow Castle -

News of Arthur’s death reached Henry VII’s court late on 4 April. The King was awoken from his sleep by his confessor, who quoted Job by asking Henry “If we receive good things at the hands of God, why may we not endure evil things?” He then told the king that “[his] dearest son hath departed to God”, and Henry burst into tears. ”Grief-stricken and emotional”, he then had his wife brought into his chambers, so that they might “take the painful news together”; Elizabeth reminded Henry that God had helped him become king and “had ever preserved him”, adding that they had been left with “yet a fair Prince and two fair princesses and that God is where he was, and that they were both young enough”. Soon after leaving Henry’s bedchamber, Elizabeth collapsed and began to cry, while the ladies sent for the King, who hurriedly came and “relieved her”.

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But let not your Grace ever imagine that your poor Wife will ever be brought to acknowledge a Fault, where not so much as Thought thereof proceeded. And to speak a truth, never Prince had Wife more Loyal in all Duty, and in all true Affection, than you have found in Anne Boleyn, with which Name and Place could willingly have contented my self, as if God, and your Grace’s Pleasure had been so pleased. Neither did I at any time so far forge my self in my Exaltation, or received Queenship, but that I always looked for such an Alteration as now I find; for the ground of my preferment being on no surer Foundation than your Grace’s Fancy, the least Alteration, I knew, was fit and sufficient to draw that Fancy to some other subject.

You have chosen me, from a low Estate, to be your Queen and Companion, far beyond my Desert or Desire. If then you found me worthy of such Honour, Good your Grace, let not any light Fancy, or bad Counsel of mine Enemies, withdraw your Princely Favour from me; neither let that Stain, that unworthy Stain of a Disloyal Heart towards your good Grace, ever cast so foul a Blot on your most Dutiful Wife, and the Infant Princess your Daughter.

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I’m in love with you.

requested by anon