Good Queen Bess

Saturday marked the day in 1558 when I ascended the throne. I was twenty-five and there was so much at the time that I didn't know and would have to learn, both about queenship and about what I was capable of.

And this year how did I celebrate the day? Nothing. A glass of wine in the evening as I read over papers for my latest case. It's times like this I miss having a royal court most of all.