Margaret, the Lancastrian queen, has raised troops and conquered the north.
I will march north and settle matters with her myself.
Edward, take charge of the Welsh border.
Yes, Father!
Earl of Warwick, defend London for me.
Yes, Majesty.
Father!
Take me with you! I won't be a burden!
Richard.
Father.
My love!
Please, leave me Richard!
Don't take my little Richard from me!
I know he will go off to war someday,
but he is still too delicate now. He needs his mother.
Please! Please have pity on a foolish woman's whim!
Richard, I won't be gone long.
Guard your mother until I return.
Father.
I'll never let you go to him.
Your existence will be the death of him.
Your words become curses that bring others to ruin.
You filthy demon child!
You cannot live without devouring the souls of others!
O Lord, I will guard them all from this devil.
That shall be my penance for giving birth to him!
York of the white rose.
Lancaster of the red rose.
These royal houses with roses for their crests battled for the throne.
People call their strife the "Wars of the Roses."
The Lancastrian stronghold is under our noses! Keep your swords in hand!
Fortune favors us!
This can't be all of Margaret's forces.
They must have run in fear of our army.
Something's not right. How can our enemy number so few?
It's almost Christmas, huh?
I guess a big family celebration is out of the question, considering.
Say, Mother, where has Richard gone?
I sent him to a safe place.
To the Tower.
Are there prisoners in the Tower? Apart from me, I mean.
Prisoners? Goodness, no! There are only noble personages here.
Noble prisoners, then.
Of course.
Henry must be here.
If I weren't locked up, I'd kill him at once
and race to my father's side with his head!
York was quite a disappointment.
Is this all he amounts to without Warwick and Edward?
Your Majesty! We will secure your escape!
What king would sacrifice his men to save only his own skin?
But Your Majesty!
I swore an oath to stand my ground. It's a crown or an honorable death for me!
Lancaster!
A king...
A king stands firm! He never retreats!
I swore it by my name!
I swore it to you, Richard!
Richard, everyone who passes under this tree
must kiss whoever is near them at the time.
Is that true?
So, even Mother won't get mad if I kiss her?
Of course she won't!
But the rule is that you must do it at least 12 times,
so kiss me first.
Father!
Richard?
Oh, good. You're still alive.
Hurry up and kill me. I have only moments of life left.
No, Your Majesty.
I kept you alive to disgrace you.
Now, put this on. I worked hard to weave it specially for you.
Look, Your Majesty. It's the "crown" you so longed for.
Dear me.
How it becomes you!
Come, gentlemen! Salute him!
This isn't the end.
You must entertain me more before you die,
York.
Go on! Keep struggling! Lose your composure!
My wrath won't be sated until the world sees your disgrace!
Even if I die, wings of vengeance
will rise again from my ashes.
So, that hope is the source of your noble bearing.
I've heard the stories.
Edward the womanizer. George the simpleton.
And then there's your youngest.
I hear you lavish your affections on that little boy most of all.
What are you scheming?
"Scheming"? Perish the thought.
I merely wanted you to have this in your last moments, Your Majesty.
Here you are.
Take a good look, York.
I wrung the blood that stains this cloth from your beloved youngest son's heart.
Richard!
Go on. Wipe your tears with it.
Yes! That's the look I wanted!
I wanted to see your handsome face twisted in despair!
Poor, pitiful York!
All right, I've had my fun.
Now, despair and die.
Your Lordship, we can't hold out here!
Send the rearguard south! I'll lead the main force!
Hold London at any cost!
Prince Edward! It appears that they've already moved His Majesty, King Henry.
My queen,
I recaptured King Henry in transit and took him under my protection.
Well done.
Take all that your hearts desire!
We will continue our advance.
Next time, I'll wipe York's head with his son's real blood.
Father.
Where am I?! What are you doing here?!
This is a Lancastrian subject's house,
and you're a prisoner in my custody.
We'll stay here temporarily until I can join my mother's army.
Margaret's army? You mean the Lancastrians are advancing?
You don't know anything?
Not even that your father is--
What about my father?! Did something happen to him?!
Your father is in the city of York. It's too far to go alone.
I wouldn't mind taking you there,
if you'll agree to stay with me.
What should I stay with a Lancastrian for?!
If I go to see my father, I'll do it with my mother and brother.
I hear that your mother already took your brother and fled, Richard.
They abandoned you.
Mother?
It wouldn't be the first time I was abandoned.
Hang on! Our troops will capture this area soon!
Why stop me?
I've been abandoned; that makes me worthless as a hostage.
Well...
I don't know why either,
b-but I think it's because you're a woman!
I'm not a woman.
My father called me his son.
He named me "Richard."
Damn it. Which way should I go?
I have to reach Father soon!
Hey.
What are you doing there?
We Lancastrians have occupied this town.
Most of the townsfolk have fled.
Think. Think, Richard.
It's a long way to York.
You need a horse.
If the Lancastrians have taken the town, then getting out won't be easy.
You don't know anything?
Not even that your father is--
I have to reach Father soon!
Are you really from this town?
Father!
I need to reach you soon!
Come off already, damn it!
Hurry up and come off!
A wife and children.
He's these children's father...
...and I killed him.
Father!
Who's that over there?
O Lord! Richard!
Is it really you?
I'm so glad.
I thought I'd never see you again.
Why?
Why did you have to turn up at a time like this?!
What have you been doing all this time? What brings you here?
Stay back!
All right.
In that case, Richard, you come to me.
I've been longing to see you.
Who asked you?
I made up my mind to go it alone.
All alone.
I have to go alone, and yet...!
Wait! Richard!
Let go of me! I don't have time for your--
I want to go with you!
Won't you take me along?!
You?
What... What do you want to come with me for?
I want to be with you.
When I'm with you, I feel as though I can be myself.
That's why I want to go back to that forest with you.
Then, I want to spend every day tending sheep and obeying the church bells.
I want to live in peace and quiet.
Wouldn't a life like that spare you from getting hurt like this?
Hurt?
I'm not hurt at all.
This is...
...someone else's blood.
I'm not like you.
If you're not hurt,
then why are you crying?
I...
I don't need anyone.
Richard!
Your Majesty!
I've been looking for you.
Let us return to our London together.
My father is waiting for me.
He's waiting for me.
So, our unit is the only one left.
Fighting on won't do us much good now that the main force is gone.
It's too soon to give up!
Edward's forces are coming to our aid!
Whatever happens, we must hold out until he arrives!
I won't let His Majesty's dream-- my dream--come to an end yet!
Father.
Which road will take me to York?
It's that way, direction-wise.
Hey.
Are you all right? You don't look well, and York's a long way off.
I don't have time to rest.
Is that so?
Watch out for robbers, then.
Behold, Your Majesty.
Could anything be more delightful?
It's a shame that Warwick's corpse is lacking,
but York, who tried to steal your crown, is--
I don't want to hear about that!
Oh, how horrible!
I made a covenant with the Duke of York,
and now it's come to this!
That's true, isn't it, Your Majesty?
You ceded the throne to York and his sons.
Tell me, Your Majesty:
What outrage cost your son his place in the line of succession?
Tell him in person.
Mother!
Father would never disinherit me.
Everyone knows that the king's son will be the next king!
Of course.
Even the lowliest beast cares for its young.
That's why the sight of enemies frightens them.
Now, look! Look, Henry!
Look at the soldiers you killed! At the son you abandoned!
It's not my fault! I couldn't help it!
I couldn't help it!
I just didn't want anyone to die!
Forgive me! Forgive me!
What a cowardly, contemptible, shameless king.
I wish that I had never become your wife.
Oh, my darling William.
You no longer have a body to embrace,
and you took my heart with you to heaven.
I'm sorry.
Forgive me, York.
Forgive me. Forgive me.
Damn. I drove the horse too hard.
I hate forests at night.
The Lancastrians must have ransacked this house.
Father, I hope that you have hot food to eat.
Is someone there?
A deserter from the Lancastrian army, are you?
He'll make a perfect mark. Hurry up and strip him down.
Don't try anything, kid!
You sons of bitches did a number on our village!
Hey, this brat's a woman.
We're in luck.
No.
I'm not a woman!
Stop! Stop!
Father!
What is this brat?
I'm not a woman.
Father, save me!
Demon child! Demon child!
You're wrong!
I'm not a demon child!
I'm my father's son!
Only my father will save me from the darkness.
Father!
Father.
My light.