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So this is it. This is how it ends. I always knew that I would make a dramatic exit, etched in history. I laugh internally, even at such a dire time, I still have my wit.  So there I kneel, my wench like gown, a little less than what I am accustom to. But still, I’ve no doubt that one day an artist full of angst and romance will do it justice.  My hair falling before my shoulders, my ample bosom pressed against crushed cotton and lace. My cheeks, just the right tint of pink. I wondered amused, how many Queens might conjure  these images, chin against hard wood, wrists restrained, awaiting beheading.