Soon Elizabeth would have to tell her advisors about her love affair with the Earl of Leicester. It was rumored of course but none would dare try to prove rumors for fear of being imprisoned in the Tower. She was sure her advisors already knew of her indiscretions with the Earl and waited only for her confession. She had not even confessed to her priest for fear he would break his oath and tell her advisors. She now had no choice.
She was twenty five years old, still of marriageable age. A bit long in the tooth but still highly sought after by many of her contemporaries. All they wanted was her crown. Control of her monies and her people. But not her Robin. No, he loved her as none of her suitors had. Their protest and claims of undying love and devotion were always devoid of actual feeling.
That same charm and charisma Robin possessed and wooed her with as a young girl living