The sun is shining brilliantly and Elizabeth (Rebecca Ferguson) and Margaret (Amanda Hale) are both brimming with joy, which is a bad sign in England. Word is echoing through the streets that Henry Tudor (Michael Marcus) and the bastard girl Elizabeth (Freya Mavor) are the royal family of the year that can unite all the houses into a neighborhood of semi-attached row homes. Meanwhile King Richard (Aneurin Barnard) seems to be losing to the curse of the White Queen. This is what broke up the White Stripes. King Richard is only screwing his niece to keep up appearances. It doesn’t matter what it appears to be doing to Queen Anne (Faye Marsay), just so long as he give the impression that Henry Tudor will be getting second hand flowers. He’s a cold one, that Richard, and power and royalty have certainly gone to his head. When his son, Edward (Sonny Ashbourne Serkis), is dying, he commands him to live, he is the king and he commands his son to breathe. He waits a little too long as his son had already stopped breathing, but what’s he thinking? They have doctors for that. It’s too bad that his son has to die, but when you think about it with a father like that, what chance did he really have? While Anne is in full grief and coming to grips with her son’s sudden death, he tries to cheer her by very quickly suggesting, well let’s have another son. I could have sworn I heard Richard ask Anne something about swallowing, but she’s also realizing that as a dried up old prune, she’ll be checking the castle rental listings in that Sunday’s news scroll. I’m not too convinced that Anne is the barren one in the marriage. After months of conversational foreplay, when Richard and Elizabeth finally do get a chance to be alone, he excuses himself for pressing business. Ultimately though, Elizabeth is an uncle fucker. The tide turns at the full solar eclipse. Everyone in England sees it. No one was expecting it, they all break their days to study its signs. Margaret intently peers to see what portends it tells. Elizabeth, the witch, barely pays attention. Maybe someone warned her about looking directly at an eclipse. Of course if that were true the entire Royal family would have been blinded on the eve of war. The White Queen is still methadone for Game of Thrones junkies. It doesn’t actually get you high, but it keeps you from scratching your face off while you’re waiting for the new season. “The Princes in the Tower” was directed by Colin Teague and written by Emma Frost. Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter for all news updates related to the world of geek. And Google+, if that’s your thing!
