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Plantagenet (14th century): Horizontal Braiding, Gorget.
Gorget - When a wimple is worn without a veil, pinned over hair coils on the side of the head (Fig. 19). Sometimes the coils were braided horizontally (Fig.18). Horizontal Braiding- popular in the mid 14th century, the head would go uncovered, but sometimes a fillet would support the plaits ( Fig. 22).

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Medieval Ring Representing The Love Affair of The Duchess of Lancaster And John of Gaunt, Younger Brother of The Black Prince of Wales

This extremely rare gold and sapphire posy ring (c. 1360-1400 AD) was reputedly the property of Katherine Swynford, Duchess of Lancaster, a gift from her lover, John of Gaunt,  the third son of King Edward III and a member of the House of Plantagenet. It has an ornate blackletter ‘alas for fayte’ inscription to the inner face of the bezel. The sapphire appears to have originated in Kashmir, and is likely to have traveled to Europe across the Silk Road.

Read more about John, Katherine and the ring below and you can watch a video about it here.

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PLANTAGENET: a mix for the dynasty of warrior/child/usurper kings and the extremely badass queens that ruled medieval england | listen

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i. bastille - daniel in the den  ii. alpine - empire   iii. jesper kyd - chase theme (excerpt from ‘access the animus’)   iv. fever ray - if i had a heart   v. e. s. posthumus - arise   vi. the romanovs - white flag   vii. ramin djawadi - the lannisters send their regards   viii. two steps from hell - false king   ix. these new puritans - we want war   x. harry gregson-williams - coronation   xi. howard shore - helm’s deep   xii. the civil wars - poison & wine   xiii. puscifer - horizons   xiv. woodkid - iron   xv. hans zimmer and lisa gerrard - elysium   xvi. hurts - illuminated

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August 22nd 1485: King Richard III dies

On this day in 1485, King Richard III of England died during the Battle of Bosworth Field, making him the last English monarch to die in battle. Before ascending to the throne, Richard served as protector of the realm for his nephew, the 12 year old King Edward V. Supposedly to protect him before his coronation, Richard had the young king and his brother lodged in the royal palace of the Tower of London. However, Edward’s claim to the throne was declared invalid and Richard claimed the throne for himself. Soon after Richard’s coronation in July 1483, ‘the Princes in the Tower’ mysteriously disappeared, leading many to believe Richard had them killed to consolidate his claim to the throne. Richard’s reign, and indeed much of that of his predecessors, was dominated by the Wars of the Roses. These wars for the throne were fought during the mid to late fifteenth century between the houses of Lancaster and York, rival factions of the royal House of Plantagenet. Richard III was a Yorkist and contributed to many of his house’s early victories in the conflict, helping ensure his brother and then his nephew’s reign. However, Richard III was destined to become the last king of both the House of York and the Plantagenet dynasty itself. He was defeated and killed by the forces of Lancastrian Henry Tudor in the Battle of Bosworth Field on 22nd August 1485, ending the Wars of the Roses and allowing Henry to become King and begin the rule of the Tudors. Richard III was buried unceremoniously at Grey Friars Church, and his remains were lost for centuries, until an excavation in 2012 found his skeleton under a car park in the city of Leicester. The subsequent renewed interest in Richard III, so maligned by William Shakespeare in the eponymous play as a murderer and “poisonous bunch-back’d toad”, was partly shaped by revisionist attempts to emphasise the positive aspects of his reign and character. In 2015, 530 years after his death, King Richard III was reburied in Leicester in a ceremony as befit a king.

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queenbreaker, queenmaker

kingmaker, kingbreaker

It’s olde art! It’s… Vintage Vednesdays! Very vintage. Specifically a 1483 vintage! I think this was drawn 2009…? I’m not sure off-hand. Anyway, it’s King Edward V and his little brother Richard of York who are very literally lost to history. Considering we just found their uncle under a car-park (where my dad used to park!!!), I’m still hopeful. FOOLISHLY hopeful. That one day. We might know.

We’re also working at the moment on developing The Plantagenets and The Wars of the Roses for drama series. That’s the logical next step for me. You’ve had The Tudors, The White Queen, The Borgias, Rome, and so on. Game of Thrones is obviously huge, too, in the sort of alternative medieval sphere where you have barons and kings but also scary skeletons and dragons and whatnot. Anyway, all this I think suggests that there’s a massive, massive appetite for good quality, epic historical drama. So it makes sense to me to start taking these incredible stories from the Plantagenet era in that direction.
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Dan Jones (via X)

WHAT? WHAT!! YES!!! And it better be ‘good quality’ cause I’ve had my fill of inaccuracies and bullshit tales of slander and incest.

thinking about helen, the helen, most beautiful woman in the world and fire in the brand that burnt down troy and mythic archetypal ship-launcher

and thinking about shakespeare’s helenas

who are characteristically, if not unbeautiful, then certainly not the most beautiful women in the world, not beautiful enough to captivate any man they want, not beautiful enough for them to rest on physical laurels, not beautiful enough to overcome any given obstacle

but who even more characteristically go after their men of choice as though they are, as though they have just that much power, and as though they are entitled to believe that they will get what they want, that with absolute consummate faith that they are supposed to win out at the end of the day, with a passionate conviction in themselves that could absofuckinlutely turn a tower to ash if the tower happened to get between them and their self-defined divine-appointed endgame, if it were to tell them that they were less than they believed they were

they’re not the faces that launched the ships they’re not mythic beauties they’re not even vying for that title; what they are is absolute unequivocal agents of their own romantic destinies, and they are fearsome city-sized burning hearts. they are launching ships with the strength of their desire.

that’s the legacy.

Queens of England, Katherine of Valois, 1401 - 1437

Katherine was born at the Hotel-St-Pol, on 27th October 1401, daughter of King Charles VI of France and Isabella of Bavaria. Katherine’s childhood was unstable due to her father’s madness and the political instability that this and the Hundred Years’ War caused in France. As part of a treaty for peace, Katherine was married to Henry V of England on 4th July 1420. Katherine was crowned in Westminster Abbey on 23rd February 1421, by this time she was already pregnant. 

Katherine gave birth to the future Henry VI on 6th December 1421, his father would never see the child as he died of dysentery in France on 31st August 1422. Katherine was left a widow, with a young child, at the age of 20. Her future remarriage was a cause for concern with the Kings councillors, a bill was even passed in 1428, stating that a dowager queen could not remarry without consent from the King. 

Katherine fell in love with Owen Tudor, probably the keeper of the queen’s wardrobe. They were married secretly, probably around 1431, although later this was disputed, as no records to prove their marriage could be found. Around this time Katherine left the Kings household and moved to her own establishment. Katherine and Owen between four and six children and lived quietly together for several years. Their lives were shattered when Owen Tudor was arrested in 1436 on charges of treason, Katherine was pregnant at the time. Katherine entered Bermondsey Abbey after his arrest and died there, separated from her husband, shortly after giving birth to her final child. 

Owen lived until 1461, when he was executed fighting on the side of his stepson, Henry VI, during the War of the Roses. Henry VI promoted his Tudor siblings at court, arranging good marriages for them and showing them favour. It was from this Tudor line that Henry VII came, his right to the throne coming from his mother, Margaret Beaufort, who had married Katherine’s son, Edmund Tudor. 

Katherine’s corpse became a tourist attraction years after her death. In 1669, Samuel Pepys wrote in his diary of how he kissed Katherine on his birthday : 

I did see the body of Queen Catherine of Valois, and had the upper part of the body in my hands, and I did kiss her mouth, reflecting upon it I did kiss a Queen: and this my birthday and I thirty-six years old and I did kiss a Queen.

Katherine’s body was not re-interred properly until the reign of Queen Victoria.