The story of my life is not complicated, but touched and filled with love from those that brought me into this world, and those I have touched and/or been touched by as I have walked the path that is My life. I was born in the small Irish Village of Cara, about a two day ride Southeast of County Mayo.

My parents Franklin & Barbara O'Driscoll were kindly simply Irish through and through. My father taught me the love of the land held dear by the Irish, the passion for the horses and 'twas at his knee I learned to read and write, I oft heard him say he nay wanted a empty headed lass about, I fear what he did receive was a fiery lass that loved the world, loved life and was oft accused of thinking to much. I was a handful but it was from what I was born that drove me to learn as much as I could about life, Our village and Our life as Irish.

My mother doted on both my father and I, from her I learned love, kindness for all things living and acceptance. Life was very good, living near the sea I spent many lovely hours strolling with my friends along the beaches. I might add I could out fish the best of the boys and oft proved it with a swift left hook from those which liked to tease. I can nay abide a bully. Father oft worried I was to forceful, Mother always smiled with pride. There were Royal Blood Lines from my father's side of the family but he nay put much stock in such matters.
I once met a young man in our village one day. He was strong, well mannered and one could tell born of good stock. He flashed me a smile, and I promptly stuck my tongue out at him. He chuckled and rode on about his business. I had no idea he found out my name and sought out my father until about a week later when my life was to change forever.

In the early morn, I had just awoke and went to my breakfast downstairs. My father had a strange knowing look upon his face and was smiling, but said nothing. All at once in blinding flash the doors burst open I could nay see well as the sun blinded me but could tell some huge man had burst into Our home.
He placed a huge bag over my head. I fought but was overcome by his strength. I heard my father's laughter and my mother squeal with delight, I found such actions very odd.

After being thrown onto a large horse I felt the man mount this horse and off we went, several hours later I was without ceremony plopped onto the ground, the bag was removed and I saw the same man I had seen in the village several weeks prior.
I very properly and formally bopped him upside the head (the first bop of many to come *soft smile*). He threw back his head and roared in laughter saying "Ye are all I have been told and perhaps more". The rest of the trip was uneventful.
He was gentle and kind and I could feel our attraction growing. When we arrived at a huge castle I remember asking where we were and his simple response was, "'Tis your new home and the one ye shall help me rule".

In a private ceremony we become husband and wife. Its hard to explain the bond but it was just there as if all the Saints before us pre-ordained our love. I was now the wife of King Charles the Third and the queen of Carthal Castle.

My dear wonderful parents had known that this man, King Charles was probably the only man that could handle my sprit without breaking me as he did so with love, kindness and honor.

The years have passed with lots of love, lots of laughter and oh yes lots of bopping. Our union provided us with Princess Elizabeth, Prince Charles, and a happy loving home. The story continues much left untold, much to look forward to as well, everyday a new adventure in love, life and watching new life grow.

As time marches through our lives, many things change. King Charles and I have parted ways for the better of each other even though we remain close friends.

returned to my family's home only to find my father and mother had been taken from this world in a carriage accident.
The grief was unbearable at times, but as always life does continue.
I now am sole owner of my family's home and Cara Manor, with the best stables in the whole of Ireland . I spend much of my days about the stables for I love the horses as I do life. To watch as a new life enters the land, watching as the new foals try to find their footing brings me pleasure.

My story shall not end here for I have many a days to await life's little changes and to find peace, love and happiness.