The time has come for me to leave you.
You are still so young, hardly past your years of toddling.
It pains me to know that I will not be around to witness your growth.
I wonder if you will even remember me.
Or will you believe the words that my enemies will whisper of me.
That I was nothing more than a harlot that managed to win herself the throne.
That I was a witch that laid a spell over the King to force him to throw away his true Queen.
I hope that you will not take heed of such vicious words.
I want you to remember me for what I truly was, even if everyone else forgets.
That I wanted the love of the King more than I ever wanted his crown.
That it didn't matter to me that you were born a girl instead of a boy, for I fell for you the moment I laid eyes upon you.
Remember that if nothing else, that I will always love you.
I pray for you to have the strength to carry on without me.
I have little doubt that you will one day take the throne for your own.
For you are my daughter.
My Elizabeth.