She should have died from the executioner's ax or the killer's poison - but she didn't die... She could have been happy. She could become a wife and mother. However, she chose a different lot... She became the first of the great queens of the world. She led armies and weaved international intrigues. She was the best. The smartest. The strongest. For there is no strength stronger than that given by suffering. She is Elizabeth I of England. Elizabeth the Great. How did she ascend to the throne? How did you gain the power of power? What did you sacrifice in the struggle—and what did you gain? What were you trying to achieve? What did you fight for - sometimes honestly and proudly, sometimes cruelly and vilely? This is Eliza's story. Elizabeth. Elizabeth. Poets sang about her. They were afraid of her. She was adored. She was deified...