I look back at the memories of people that have told me I would never be seen as a princess, much less the Queen of England. My brother Edward VI and my sister Mary I were before me in the line for the throne, so I had no intent of being the queen. Yet after my father died, my siblings seemed to follow. And here I am, sitting on the throne, looking down at the people that would torment me when I was still seen as the disappointment. Oh how the mighty have fallen.