Palais des ducs et États de Bourgogne, Dijion, Burgundy, Spring 1476

                                    

                                          
I learned in the following few years that a lot changes in very little time. 
First of all I became a grandmother. My first grandsons, twins Henry and Arthur are born not even a year after Elizabeth and Henry's wedding. Edward and I dote on them. Soon after they are born I have a son of my own, who is named Thomas referred to as Tommy. Less than a year after that Elizabeth gave birth to her second child and my second grandchild, who they named Margaret after Henry's mother. I am expecting another child again due sometime in late May or early June. 
However during that time I also managed to lose a daughter. My dearest Marie was all grown up and as the arrangement has been made we sent her to marry Prince John of Denmark, the future king of Denmark. It was bittersweet as I said goodbye to her knowing that she was off to find her own destiny away from England and that I didn't know quite when I was going to see her again. It was nice to know that her husband, though a bit reactionary, was very fond of my daughter and she of him and soon after the birth of my second grandchild Margaret, Mary welcomed her own son, Christian. 
But it wasn't just my family that had been expanding through the years. Around the time of the birth of Tommy we received news from my cousin Charles in Burgundy that my realm on the continent was under threat from the French who had been raiding border towns. At first I thought that perhaps the local noble men who were causing this unwanted trouble. After all, we were one of the most powerful countries militarily in Europe. Who would be stupid enough to try and mess with that?
The answer turned out to be old king Louis of France who is more spider than ever as he approached old age. His poor wife, Queen Charlotte, had finally succeeded in giving him a living son who they named Charles in 1470 and since then he had become even more meddlesome than usual. An envoy was sent to King Louis to tell him that the raids on the borders of my territory need to be stopped or else immediate repercussions would happen. The fat old man who never quite knew what was good for him decided to ignore our words of warning and completely disregarded our envoy. That happened to be the final diplomatic straw. 
By February the army was being summoned to London and by May we had already chosen a date for landing. England was aroused with patriotic fever. This was the first time we had been at war with the French since the days of my ancestor good King Harry and nobody had quite forgotten the humiliation the French had caused us when we had lost the city of Bordeaux when Margaret of Anjou was still queen. Now, for the first time in over 20 years, we had a chance to get it all back. 
Edward had wanted the children and I to remain in England for the time being but I refused instead telling him that I would rather go to the continent with him, at least to the Royal Court of Burgundy in the capital city. After became clear to him that I wasn't changing my mind, Edward allowed it and my children and I settled in Dijion. We were finally able to see Edward's sister Anne. We have not done so since she went off to marry my cousin Charles. She was now the mother of three young children besides little Annie Holland who is married to Thomas Grey: Charles (1469), Isabeau (1471), and Antione (1473). 
After gathering our army together which included 21,000 English soldiers, 2,500 soldiers from our ally the Duke of Brittany, and most surprisingly of all, an army of 30,000 Flemish subjects that Charles managed to raise in just the stand of six months. With over 50,000 men it was one of the largest armies that you're a pet ever seen and it sent the king of France running.
Our army captured Lille and Valenciennes in just 5 days and a week later Amiens and Metz fell. But we also had another trick up our sleeves. A few days later we took the French completely by surprise by landing a small army of 7000 men in the under-guarded City of La Rochelle. The campaign, which was led by Henry Tudor, my husband's brother Richard, and my cousin Anthony Woodville was a success and a few weeks later Bordeaux was ours.