war of roses
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Objects, as we know, travel through time. They retain something of us, something we chose to imprint so that our children, our grandchildren, and all those who come after us might understand who we truly were. Sometimes a single book, a line, a signature, a motto… is enough to cry out to the world, centuries
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“Treason! Treason!” These were the last words of Richard III on the battlefield of Bosworth, just before a blow struck him from behind, ending his life at only 32 years of age. In recent weeks I have deliberately chosen not to post anything, as my mind has remained fixed on an event deeply rooted in
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So… sit back and get comfortable, because we all know Henry VIII, right? A big, burly man… red hair… six wives, a split-in-two England, and an appetite for power (and food) that would make any living—or dead—human pale in comparison…? Got the image? Good! But perhaps few remember that before him, there was his grandfather…
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“History is written by the victors.” And never has this phrase been truer especially when it comes to Richard III. For centuries, Richard’s name has been synonymous with tyranny, treachery, and cruelty. A deformed king, power-hungry, even capable of murdering his own nephews just to cling to the throne. This is the image etched in
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When we think of the Middle Ages, we often picture dirty, sickly people, foul-smelling streets, and a complete lack of hygiene. But was it really like that? Let’s debunk a myth… In reality, personal hygiene was more common than we might think, though the practices were quite different from ours (which makes some of them
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It was around 9 p.m. when Elizabeth died. After giving birth to her daughter Katherine, she endured almost two weeks of agony, excruciating pain, fever, and relentless hemorrhages led her to her death on February 11, 1503. February 11 was also her birthday. She had just turned 37. Elizabeth was the eldest daughter of King
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It was February 4, 2013. 11:00 was fast approaching, and there was a palpable buzz at the University of Leicester. In that room, there were journalists, historians, enthusiasts, scientists… everyone, absolutely everyone, ready to bear witness. Let’s go back six months. On August 25, 2012, beneath the cold concrete of a private parking lot in


