A/N:

Throughout this story, I will be following history as it will take us through Elizabeth's children and up to The House of Stuart. All the history n this fanfiction is true except for Elizabeth's children for she did not have any.

Episode #1

The Queen On Her Deathbed

(March 23, 1603)

Elizabeth, at the age of seventy, was dying of blood poisoning. She could sit up and eat, but she could barely move; the only thing she could do was write and by this stage of her cancer it was next to impossible to pick up a quill and write, but she had to make out her will. She had Sir John Gathsoming beside her as she dictated her will to him.

"I want everything in the realm to go to my daughter, Victoria including the crown," Elizabeth dictated. "Now let me see my daughters."

"Yes your Grace," Sir john said putting down his quill and walking outside to grab Victoria who was walking around the halls waiting to see her dying mother as well as Victoria's sister Caroline who was a year younger than Victoria. Victoria and Caroline entered the room in hysterics over seeing their dying mother, but when they approached her bed Elizabeth wiped their tears from their faces and smiled.

"Do not fear," she told them, "Victoria, you will rule this country. It is all yours. Caroline, this realm will be yours when your sister passes. Treat everyone with respect and don't give yourself to men so easily."

"We won't mother," Caroline said who did not have a right to talk about the matter of sex since she was known for her promiscuity around the court. "We promise."

Elizabeth took their faces, one by one, and kissed their foreheads with the gentleness of a lamb. Elizabeth took the Queen's ring off and gave it to Victoria. "You are next. Rule with the heart of a lion. Rule like a man. Rule like your grandfather." And with that, she took her last breath. Her soul was now with The Almighty Father.

(April 28, 1603)

Victoria and Caroline marched behind their mother's large casket as it headed towards Westminster Abbey. Sir John Stow wrote:

"Westminster was surcharged with multitudes of all sorts of people in their streets, houses, windows, leads and gutters, that came to see the obsequy, and when they beheld her statue lying upon the coffin, there was such a general sighing, groaning and weeping as the like hath not been seen or known in the memory of man, neither doth any history mention any people, time or state to make like lamentation for the death of their sovereign"

The Queen's daughters kissed their mother's casket as it was placed in the hole and covered.

"It's alright," Victoria said holding her younger sister close to her, "mom's in a better place now. Don't worry about a thing."

"I'm not worried about whether mom's in a better place," Caroline said wiping her face, "I'm worried about you." Victoria stopped as her sister went on walking, but Victoria was stunned that her sister would be worried about her. Victoria knew the fate her mother had given her, but she was prepared to take on the role as queen; the only thing that worried her was getting married and producing an heir.

Suddenly there was a tap on her shoulder; she swiftly turned around and was standing face-to-face with the King of Scotland, James I. She dropped to her knees and kissed the King's hand.

"Get up my child," the King said holding out a hand. "You are now a Queen, you have no need to bow anymore."

"Habit your Majesty," Victoria said as King James helped her to her feet. "Not that my mother won't be grateful, but what is your Grace doing here?"

"I have come to talk to you," King James I said smiling.

"Talk to me about what?" Victoria asked as the King grabbed her hand.

"Walk and talk with me," King James V said. Victoria and King James I walked all the way back to Whitehall Palace talking about what Victoria was to do when she was made Queen. "What will be your first decree as Queen?"

"I'm not sure," Victoria said smiling, "I haven't thought that far ahead yet. Probably the protection of my little sister and the protection of my son if I have one that is."

"Well maybe you can," King James V said that made Victoria stop in her tracts. "I meant to say that you will have a boy and he will rule England just like his mother and grandmother."

"What else do you want?" Victoria asked. She finally had caught on to his antics; he wanted something from her.

"I want to offer you a choice," King James I said. Victoria folded her arms and paid attention. "I want to tell you that maybe instead of you taking the throne..."

"You take it instead?" Victoria asked raising an eyebrow.

"You read my mind," King James I said smiling and holding out his hand to shake and agree to his proposal, but Victoria did not put her hand out.

"I will rule like my mother," she said keeping her arms folded, "and I will be better."

(May 2 1603)

"He tried to take the thrown from you?" Caroline asked astonished.

"No," Victoria corrected her, "he just thinks that I can't rule."

"You can rule ten times better than he ever could," Caroline said pinning her red Tudor hair up with a flower pin. "You will make a great Queen. When is the coronation?"

"Sometime his month," Victoria said adjusting herself inside her corset. "Do you really think I can do this?"

"You have every aspect of mom inside of you," Caroline said walking over to where her sister was and sat on the bed. "I know you will be a great Queen."

"But you have more of grandfather in you than I do," Victoria said folding her hands.

Caroline grabbed her folded hands and said, "Who cares. We both have Tudor blood and Tudor blood will stay on the throne until the end of time. Don't worry for you will rule this country like mom and like granddad."

"You really think so?" Victoria asked smiling.

"I don't think so," Caroline smiling back and kissing her sister's forehead, "I know so."

A/N:

See how the second chapter turns out for Victoria gets coronated, Scotland declares war on England, and Caroline falls ill.