I Have Learned The Power Of Surviving.

And – I Think You Know, Don’t You? – That I Love You, Anne.’ I Feel As If I Have Been Living In A Loveless World For Too Long. The Last Tender Face I Saw Was My Father’s When He Sailed For England. ‘you Do? Truly?’ ‘i Do.’ He Rises To His Feet And Pulls Me Up To Stand Beside Him. My Chin Comes To His Shoulder, We Are Both Dainty, Long-limbed, Coltish: Well-matched. I Turn My Face Into His Jacket. ‘will You Marry Me?’ He Whispers. ‘yes,’ I Say.

If It Has To Be Done At All, It Must Be Done With Grace.

En Ma Fin Est Ma Commencement - In My End Is My Beginning.

Yes, But Either Way, Shamed Or Not, I Shall Be Queen Of England, And This Is The Last Time You Will Sit In My Presence.

When They Launch Snakes You'll Have Your Namesake.