Queen Elizabeth II | Royalty | Monarch | Fc:Claire Foy
Elizabeth was never born to be queen.
She was born to live comfortably, to live a relatively normal life away from the media and would be able raise her children somewhere quiet with a big garden. Instead, her uncle abdicates to able to marry the woman he loved and very suddenly her father is the king and she is now heir to the throne. A life unexpected, a life unwanted.
However, she would like to say that the inheritance of the crown wasn’t entirely awful. It allowed her to meet Philip, though she was far too young for him on their first encounter. Serval chance meetings over the years allowed her to really fall in love with him, she’d fancied him right from the get-go but never did she really think the two would end up falling deeply for each other. Though she’d never admit it, a part of her had always admired what her uncle had done – given up everything for love. So, when Philip proposed and then later gave up his other titles so the two could be wed, she thought she had truly found her soulmate.
Life was never that easy.
Blissful years are spent in Malta and two beautiful children are brought into the world, her marriage is a happy one and she would never have reason to doubt her husband’s love for her. In a word, she would describe the life there as perfect, it was similar to the one she had been born for. Quiet. Loved. Happy. Â
Like all good things, it comes to an end. Devastated by the loss of her father, she takes the thrown. Becoming a Queen in a man’s world was by no means easy. Now her days are lonely, her husband spends his days God knows where, doing God knows what – she’s too afraid to ask. Too afraid that her doubts have truth to them. She hardly spends time with her children, her days filled with things that are deemed more important. Her relationship with her sister is strained – especially after what happened with Peter. Her life unexpected had begun. Cold. Busy. Lonely.