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rhodrymavelyneEven at age 12, long before I became enamoured with homoeroticism, I sensed something intense, charged, and powerful about the relationship between the Duke of Warwick and Edward IV. Something possessively powerful or perhaps a powerfully possessive?
Edward IV was King, but the Duke of Warwick was Kingmaker. He’s the one whom put Edward on the throne of England, brought the White Rose of the House of York into bloom. Edward IV was Warwick’s creation, the sovereign he’d raised to greatness, Warwick’s ultimate triumph.
Only Edward slipped from his grasp. He was lured away by Elizabeth Wydeville, by the entire Wydeville clan. They threatened Warwick’s power, his hold over the King.
In 1494, Warwick could stand it no longer. He betrayed Edward, allying himself with Edward’s brother, George, Duke of Clarence. He was ready to put Clarence on the throne, until Edward fell into his hands.
Warwick could have killed Edward. How different history might have been if he had.
Warwick hesitated, though. He hesitated to destroy his creation.
Edward might have sensed this hesitation, drawing on every ounce of charm, every shred of a hold he had on his former Kingmaker to increase.
It’s not a story of love. It’s a story of power, something we look upon with repugnance in this day and age. Such a relationship seems very dark to my modern eyes.
It still held me enthralled, unable to look away. This was one of the most intense moments of the War of the Roses for me, that moment of hesitation.
Aya Kanno depicted it in all its dark beauty in Requiem of the Rose, making me recall how enthralled I was by that moment.
Her panels made me realize just how intense it was.
Edward IV was King, but the Duke of Warwick was Kingmaker. He’s the one whom put Edward on the throne of England, brought the White Rose of the House of York into bloom. Edward IV was Warwick’s creation, the sovereign he’d raised to greatness, Warwick’s ultimate triumph.
Only Edward slipped from his grasp. He was lured away by Elizabeth Wydeville, by the entire Wydeville clan. They threatened Warwick’s power, his hold over the King.
In 1494, Warwick could stand it no longer. He betrayed Edward, allying himself with Edward’s brother, George, Duke of Clarence. He was ready to put Clarence on the throne, until Edward fell into his hands.
Warwick could have killed Edward. How different history might have been if he had.
Warwick hesitated, though. He hesitated to destroy his creation.
Edward might have sensed this hesitation, drawing on every ounce of charm, every shred of a hold he had on his former Kingmaker to increase.
It’s not a story of love. It’s a story of power, something we look upon with repugnance in this day and age. Such a relationship seems very dark to my modern eyes.
It still held me enthralled, unable to look away. This was one of the most intense moments of the War of the Roses for me, that moment of hesitation.
Aya Kanno depicted it in all its dark beauty in Requiem of the Rose, making me recall how enthralled I was by that moment.
Her panels made me realize just how intense it was.
