Elizabeth's story really brought this home to my boy (and to me).
We lived her life for a couple of years. Moving from house to house. Seeing murder, almost smelling the stench of unwashed bodies and vomit in the corridors, feeling sorry for the servants who simply couldn't keep up. Seeing the class divisions. The fears and hopes and simple joys in the life of royalty. So much danger.
But she lived.
She became a highly popular queen. Called the virgin queen as she chose not to marry in a day when women were expected to keep their mouths shut and to marry well.
It was a neat story to read.