As the Queen stood on the platform, she examined the faces of her subjects below. They were ecstatic to see her; cheers and applause, just for her. The Queen was used to being adored. She was beautiful, she was young, and she was royalty. This was not her first appearance in public, but her stomach was in knots all the same. The excitement of the crowd was buzzing in her ears as she took a deep breath. She was ready for this. She had practiced for this day.

She took a small trembling step forward and addressed the crowd: “I have not come here to preach a sermon; I have come here to die.”With her last words spoken, Queen Anne knelt before the executioner’s block and shut her eyes against the jeers and bloodthirsty screams of the crowd as the sword swung down to take her head.