The Red Queen My Rating: 4.3
Margaret Beaufort never surrenders her belief that her Lancaster house is the true ruler of England, and that she has a great destiny before her. Married to a man twice her age, quickly widowed, and a mother at only fourteen, Margaret is determined to turn her lonely life into a triumph.
She sets her heart on putting her son on the throne of England regardless of the cost to herself, to England, and even to the little boy. Disregarding rival heirs and the overwhelming power of the York dynasty, she names him Henry, like the king; sends him into exile; and pledges him in marriage to her enemy Elizabeth of York’s daughter. As the political tides constantly move and shift, Margaret masterminds one of the greatest rebellions of all time—all the while knowing that her son has grown to manhood, recruited an army, and awaits his opportunity to win the greatest prize in all of England.
As with all of Philippa Gregory’s novels, The Red Queen is an engaging and immersive read, offering a fascinating portrayal of 16th-century English royal history within a believable and well-paced plot. Gregory’s writing is excellent—rich, descriptive, and evocative—and she has a remarkable talent for bringing historical events and figures to life.
That said, I found the characters more of a struggle, particularly Margaret Beaufort. She is portrayed as deeply pious yet self-righteous, and I found her quite unlikeable. It was difficult to believe that her mother never prepared her for her future role, making her shock at being married seem implausible. Although Margaret endured a challenging life, she never seemed to mature emotionally or spiritually. She constantly claimed to act out of godliness, yet her actions were clearly driven by personal ambition and self-interest. While I understand that the politics of the time created shrewd, calculating, and manipulative individuals, her constant insistence on “hearing God’s voice”—which, as her husband insightfully pointed out, was really her own desire—became tiresome.
Despite my frustration with her character, I still found the story compelling. Having read The White Queen, it was fascinating to revisit the same historical period from the Lancastrian perspective. Gregory excels at showing how power, faith, and ambition intertwine, and how women—despite the strict confines of their roles—wielded influence in subtle yet significant ways.
Overall, The Red Queen is a well-written and thought-provoking historical novel. While Margaret Beaufort may not inspire much sympathy, her story adds a valuable and contrasting dimension to Gregory’s Cousins’ War series, reminding readers that history is rarely black and white—but rather, painted in shades of ambition, devotion, and human complexity.








