At the Beginning...

Once upon a time, there was a man named Bertie. He lived with his wife, Elizabeth, and their two daughters, Lilibet and Margaret, in a nice house in Piccadilly Square in London. Life was perfect- except that Bertie had a stammer and wasn't very good at public speaking, which he had to do alot of. After a particularly bad speech, he found a nice man to help him with his stammer, and for awhile everything seemed okay.

But then Bertie's older brother decided to give up being the head of the family business, and so Bertie had to step up, even though he was very shy and still had difficulty speaking. He even had to stop calling himself Bertie  and start to call himself George. He couldn't have been lerss suited to the job if he had tried, some thought.

And then the war came.

But, surprisingly, instead of cowering in a corner like people might expect him to do, Bertie worked very hard, both on his speeches and on his dealings with people, because all he wanted, simply, was to do a good job. And he became a hero, through all of his hard work.

Forget the fairy tale of William and Kate... this one's got a lot more meaning.