# Read the first page of The White Princess by Philippa Gregory Read the opening of The White Princess by Philippa Gregory free, no signup. Adapted as a 2017 Starz miniseries. - Page: https://uncovered.ink/read/the-white-princess-philippa-gregory - Genre: Historical fiction - Year: 2013 - ISBN: 9781451626100 - Read it blind (cover and title hidden): https://uncovered.ink/?b=9781451626094&s=read-page - Buy: https://bookshop.org/a/125786/9781451626100 - Borrow: https://search.worldcat.org/search?q=9781451626100 ## The opening I wish I could stop dreaming. I wish to God I could stop dreaming. I am so tired; all I want to do is sleep. I want to sleep all the day, from dawn until twilight that every evening comes a little earlier and a little more drearily. In the daytime, all I think about is sleeping. But in the night all I do is try to stay awake. I go to his quiet shuttered rooms to look at the candle as it gutters in the golden candlestick, burning slowly through the marked hours, though he will never see light again. The servants take a taper to a fresh candle every day at noon; each hour burns slowly away, although time means nothing to him now. Time is quite lost to him in his eternal darkness, in his eternal timelessness, though it leans so heavily on me. All day long I wait for the slow rolling in of the gray evening and the mournful tolling of the Compline bell, when I can go to the chapel and pray for his soul, though he will never again hear my whispers, nor the quiet chanting of the priests. Then I can go to bed. But when I get to bed I dare not sleep because I cannot bear the dreams that come. I dream of him. Over and over again I dream of him. All day I keep my face smiling like a mask, smiling, smiling, my teeth bared, my eyes bright, my skin like strained parchment, paper-thin. I keep my voice clear and mellow, I speak words that have no meaning, and sometimes, when required, I even sing. At night I fall into my bed as if I were drowning in deep water, as if I were sinking below the depths, as if the water were possessing me, taking me like a mermaid, and for a moment I feel a deep relief as if, submerged in water, my grief can drain away, as if it were the river Lethe and the currents can bring forgetfulness and wash me into the cave of sleep; but then the dreams come. I don’t dream of his death—it would be the worst of nightmares to see him go down fighting. But I never dream of the battle, I don’t see his final charge into the very heart of Henry Tudor’s guard. I don’t see him hacking his way through. I don’t see Thomas Stanley’s army sweep down and bury him under their hooves, as he is thrown from his horse, his sword arm failing, going down under a merciless cavalry charge, shouting: "Treason! Treason! Treason!" I don’t see William Stanley raise his crown and put it on another man’s head. I don’t dream any of this, and I thank God for that mercy at least. These are my constant daytime thoughts that I cannot escape. These are bloody daytime reveries that fill my mind while I walk and talk lightly of the unseasonal heat, of the dryness of the ground, of the poor harvest this year. But my dreams at night are more painful, far more painful than this, for then I dream that I am in his arms and he is waking me with a kiss. I dream that we are walking in a garden, planning our future. I dream that I am pregnant with his child, my rounded belly under his warm hand, and he is smiling, delighted, and I am promising him that we will have a son, the son that he needs, a son for York, a son for England, a son for the two of us. "We’ll call him Arthur," he says. "We’ll call him Arthur, like Arthur of Camelot, we’ll call him Arthur for England." ## Books with a similar feel - [A Winter Wonderland by Fern Michaels](https://uncovered.ink/read/a-winter-wonderland-fern-michaels.md) - [The Lavender Garden by Lucinda Riley](https://uncovered.ink/read/the-lavender-garden-lucinda-riley.md) - [Fall of Poppies by Heather Webb](https://uncovered.ink/read/fall-of-poppies-heather-webb.md) - [The Orphan's Tale by Pam Jenoff](https://uncovered.ink/read/the-orphans-tale-pam-jenoff.md) - [Pope Joan by Donna Woolfolk Cross](https://uncovered.ink/read/pope-joan-donna-woolfolk-cross.md) - [When We Had Wings by Ariel Lawhon](https://uncovered.ink/read/when-we-had-wings-ariel-lawhon.md) --- Source: Uncovered (https://uncovered.ink). A short sample shown for reading and discovery. Rights holders can request removal at https://uncovered.ink/takedown.