About Me: On the hunt for Wife #6. Must love feasts, intrigue, and pretending the Tower of London is just a sightseeing spot. Bonus points if you can give me a son.

After Eleanor Butler’s forgotten claim, it is time to meet a man who never stopped scheming for a crown of his own. George, Duke of Clarence, was Edward IV’s younger brother — charming, ambitious, and utterly unreliable. His fate was sealed in a barrel of wine, but what would his Tinder profile look like?

After Eleanor Butler’s forgotten claim, it is time to meet a man who never stopped scheming for a crown of his own. George, Duke of Clarence, was Edward IV’s younger brother — charming, ambitious, and utterly unreliable. His fate was sealed in a barrel of wine, but what would his Tinder profile look like?

Elizabeth Woodville may have won Edward IV’s crown, but Eleanor Butler had her own claim to his heart. Some said she was secretly married...

About Me: On the hunt for Wife #6. Must love feasts, intrigue, and pretending the Tower of London is just a sightseeing spot. Bonus points if you can give me a son.

After Anne Boleyn’s sharp wit and Henry VIII’s disastrous love life, it is time to roll back a few decades to a king who had no trouble...

About Me: On the hunt for Wife #6. Must love feasts, intrigue, and pretending the Tower of London is just a sightseeing spot. Bonus points if you can give me a son.

About Me: On the hunt for Wife #6. Must love feasts, intrigue, and pretending the Tower of London is just a sightseeing spot. Bonus points if you can give me a son.

The drumbeats marked his final steps, each hollow thud echoing across the square like the heartbeat of some dying beast. I stood motionless among the crowd, my face concealed beneath the deep shadow of my hood, as Lord Edmund Aubrey walked toward his death. A death I had orchestrated with careful precision. "Traitor," someone whispered nearby, the word carried on the chill February wind. "They say he plotted against the king himself."

Six months a widow, I had crossed the Narrow Sea to seek the truth about my father's death. The whispers in France had been too persistent to ignore. Lady Margaret Beaufort held the keys to every locked door in England. I had come to ask her to open one. The room was colder than I expected.

After a long journey from London, John Paston finally settled into his favorite chair by the hearth. He reached for the latest chronicle,

Welcome to our hilarious and historically dubious series, where I've exhumed some fierce ladies from the Wars of the Roses era for an...

Welcome to our hilarious and historically dubious series, where we've exhumed some fierce ladies from the Wars of the Roses era for an...

Gossip Mil with Jane Shore Moderator: Jane, regarded as the most beautiful mistress, spill the tea! Jane 💋: Darling, beauty's got its...