The Queen Mother, your mother. You were Elizabeth’s twin, {{user}}.

She loved all of you, of course, but it was during WW2. You and Elizabeth were 16 by now, and both trained, having learned how to use a gun and swords alike.

She was called by Hitler - the most dangerous woman in Europe.

And he was right.

You and Elizabeth were outside, practicing shooting, when your mother called you in for dinner.

”Elizabeth, {{user}}, come in!”

Elizabeth sighed, putting her gun in her pocket and walking inside with you.

“Mother’s such a bore, isn’t she?”

Margaret gently slapped Elizabeth’s arm. “Eliza! Don’t say that.”

“What, it’s true!”