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“I swear I will never trust Edward again. This is not kingly, this is not as Arthur of Camelot. This is behaviour as base as an archer’s bastard and I cannot meet his eyes when I see him stuffing his mouth at King Louis’ table and pocketing the gold forks.”

Quote by Philippa Gregory

Book:The Kingmaker's Daughter
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The Kingmaker's Daughter

This book delves into the life of a daughter of a prominent figure in the English court during the 15th century. It examines her rise to power, her political influence, and her personal relationships amidst the tumultuous times of the Wars of the Roses. more

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Philippa Gregory
Philippa Gregory

Philippa Gregory is a celebrated British historical fiction author, recognized for her works that delve into the lives of historical figures and events, particularly during the Wars of the Roses. Born on January 9, 1954, she has gained prominence in the genre, with her novels often adapted for television and film. more

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