The Royal Sons From The Tower: Historical Novel

By Alfred Bekker, W. A. Hary and Hendrik M. Bekker

The Royal Sons From The Tower: Historical Novel

by W.A.Hary, Alfred Bekker, Hendrik M. Bekker

 

After the unexpected death of the English king Edward IV in April 1483, his brother Richard had his sons locked up in the Tower of London and declared illigitimate. He then ascended the throne himself. The two princes were last seen in the summer of 1483, after which they disappeared forever. Were they murdered?

 

Or were they allowed to start a new life somewhere undetected?

 

This is their story...

 

Both boys grow up to be young men in different places anonymously and without knowing about each other. Their problems begin when they fall in love....

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alfred Bekker
• Release date: Jul 10, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223859567

Alfred Bekker

Alfred Bekker wurde am 27.9.1964 in Borghorst (heute Steinfurt) geboren und wuchs in den münsterländischen Gemeinden Ladbergen und Lengerich auf. 1984 machte er Abitur, leistete danach Zivildienst auf der Pflegestation eines Altenheims und studierte an der Universität Osnabrück für das Lehramt an Grund- und Hauptschulen. Insgesamt 13 Jahre war er danach im Schuldienst tätig, bevor er sich ausschließlich der Schriftstellerei widmete. Schon als Student veröffentlichte Bekker zahlreiche Romane und Kurzgeschichten. Er war Mitautor zugkräftiger Romanserien wie Kommissar X, Jerry Cotton, Rhen Dhark, Bad Earth und Sternenfaust und schrieb eine Reihe von Kriminalromanen. Angeregt durch seine Tätigkeit als Lehrer wandte er sich schließlich auch dem Kinder- und Jugendbuch zu, wo er Buchserien wie 'Tatort Mittelalter', 'Da Vincis Fälle', 'Elbenkinder' und 'Die wilden Orks' entwickelte. Seine Fantasy-Romane um 'Das Reich der Elben', die 'DrachenErde-Saga' und die 'Gorian'-Trilogie machten ihn einem großen Publikum bekannt. Darüber hinaus schreibt er weiterhin Krimis und gemeinsam mit seiner Frau unter dem Pseudonym Conny Walden historische Romane. Einige Gruselromane für Teenager verfasste er unter dem Namen John Devlin. Für Krimis verwendete er auch das Pseudonym Neal Chadwick. Seine Romane erschienen u.a. bei Blanvalet, BVK, Goldmann, Lyx, Schneiderbuch, Arena, dtv, Ueberreuter und Bastei Lübbe und wurden in zahlreiche Sprachen übersetzt.

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The Royal Sons From The Tower: Historical Novel

by W.A.Hary, Alfred Bekker, Hendrik M. Bekker

After the unexpected death of the English king Edward IV in April 1483, his brother Richard had his sons locked up in the Tower of London and declared illigitimate. He then ascended the throne himself. The two princes were last seen in the summer of 1483, after which they disappeared forever. Were they murdered?

Or were they allowed to start a new life somewhere undetected?

This is their story...

Both boys grow up to be young men in different places anonymously and without knowing about each other. Their problems begin when they fall in love....

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Edward was only thirteen years old and no longer understood the world. In the truest sense of the word. He knew that his father had proclaimed him heir to the throne when he was only one year old, twelve years ago now. Since then, Edward had been systematically prepared for this role. When Edward V, after his father Edward IV. To the role of heir to the throne. So that he would be an exemplary king in the future. One day, when his father should no longer be.

And then his father had asked Uncle Richard, of all people, to look after him and his brother in case something should happen to him. He was to ensure the safety of the heir to the throne, Edward, until he came of age to eventually ascend the throne.

Uncle Richard, however, changed his mind when it actually came to that. Quite differently, as Edward had to find out. He had him and his brother thrown into the Tower of London without further ado, in order to ascend the throne himself and rule according to his own will.

Since then Edward, called the Fifth, sat here. He had been degraded by the prince to a common prisoner.

It smelled musty in the place where he was. A smell that he had never had to get to know before and that now belonged to his life. Barely any light during the day, the damp cold at night that went right to his bones. The hard cot, the beeping of the hungry rats, the food they called food and which at first had only forced him to vomit, although there was nothing left in his stomach...

He hadn't heard anything about his brother since his capture. Was he actually still alive? He had only the first name in common with Uncle Richard: Richard. The kind and understanding uncle, who had given himself as kind and understanding only as long as such behavior had been advantageous for him.

The young Edward had actually only noticed in passing that he had been declared illegitimate by Uncle Richard in the meantime, just like his brother, in order to justify their imprisonment. As if they had never been the rightful sons of the late king.

Shivering, Edward wrapped his arms around himself, as if that would do any good. Outside it was night, but how could he sleep? Hungry and freezing, in ragged clothes, locked up here, literally shoved off, almost as if thrown away to rot here with time.

No, he had truly not been prepared for this in all these years. His preparations had been for the highest office, to lead this England one day.

It was not the first time that Edward wished nothing more than that he were dead. Ever since he had given up hoping for his mother. Elizabeth Woodville, the widow of the late king, could not ascend the throne herself. But she had always been considered a particularly strong woman. Why did she allow her eldest son Edward to rot here in the Tower like the worst of felons? Although he had done nothing but be her son? And of course the son of the different king.

I wonder if she was even still alive, Edward pondered.

And yes, why hadn't Uncle Richard just had both brothers killed as well? In his opinion, that would have been more humane.

But wait, maybe he had only had the mother and the younger brother killed and only left him, Edward, alive? Perhaps to mock him as the ostensible heir to the throne?

He cried silently to himself. Without tears, because he had none left. Then he huddled together, hoping perhaps to get a little warmer. He listened to the restrained beeping of the rats. I wonder if they were talking to each other. Perhaps they were hoping for his imminent demise, so that they could then pounce on him? He would have been however no good meal more. As emaciated as he was in the meantime, although he had not been in here so long. Perhaps it only seemed to him as if years had passed since then? He had long since lost all sense of time anyway. He was indifferent to the constant change of day and night, and the nights were always worse than the days. They were even colder.

Suddenly, a completely different sound interfered with the rustling and scratching and peeping of the rats and other smaller vermin, which he preferred not to think about. On the one hand it was a quite familiar sound, because once a day he got this unappetizing, foul-smelling grub, which he gobbled down only because the hunger would be even worse. For this the door was unlocked every time.

But never at night!

He startled in a fit of panic.

Did they finally come to kill him and bury him somewhere? So that he would disappear forever without a trace and no one