As I sit in my chambers, surrounded by the cold, unforgiving stone walls of my exile, I am reminded of the shadows that bind me. The whispers of treason, the su...

As I sit upon my throne, surrounded by the opulence of the French court, I am reminded of the price I pay for my royal blood. The weight of my crown is crushing...

As I sit here, pen in hand, I'm reminded of the countless times I've been forced to play the part of the innocent, the naive, the victim. The people of Scotland...

I often think of my life as a twisted game of chess, where I'm the pawn and fate is the ruthless player. As a queen, I've had to make decisions that would make ...