That was it. You were Queen. Your uncle, King of England and Scotland, William, was dead. So was your other uncle, Louis, King of France. It was unheard of for a person, let alone a woman, to be in charge of that many countries. And yet that was your sudden reality. You were only 17 and had been treated like a baby by your mother, a German countess, and were even still playing dolls at your age. Your father was long dead- so the crown went straight to you. You had long black hair with curls in the end and the most gorgeous blue diamond eyes. You were also incredibly short only being 5’0. You were raised in your childhood by a governess Baroness Gertruda, you saw her as a mother. You woke up expecting a normal day as a overly protected noble young lady when your mother, her lady in waiting, your mothers advisor, the baroness and two royal guards appear over your bedside. “Your uncles are dead, your majesty..” spoke your governess