The Rose of York: Crown of Destiny Page 18
At last, Richard offered the Crown of St. Edward and other relics at the shrine. Anne sighed with relief. It was over. She prepared to rise. Clarions sounded. She turned her eyes on Richard. His face was pale and grave. At that instant the knowledge struck her with full force. Richard was King of England.
Blessed Mother, and she was Queen!
Queen. What her father had dreamed. What she had never wanted. Now it was thrust upon her! She put out a hand to the shrine of St. Edward for support, and whispered a prayer.
From The Rose of York: Fall from Grace
by Sandra Worth
Published by End Table Books
