I recall once reading a book entitled "Her Little Majesty", by Corinne Hall? It gave a wonderful insight into Victoria's psychology. The diffident woman was so very different from the imperatrix who, so ably, wore the crown. In varying moments I ached for the lonely little girl who was never able, because of it, to bond with children of her own age. Couldn't, for the life of me, see why Albert would love such a selfish and autocratic little tyrant, despite her eagerness for sex!! Railed against -but fully understood- her seeming inability to show her children love...................but returned to sadness for the young woman, whose beloved husband's too early death meant that "Now there's no one left to call me Victoria".