Twenty years ago, within Windsor Castle.
In just twenty short years, Windsor Castle hasn't changed much from its modern splendor, for this ancient fortress has persisted over several centuries.
Witnessing the rise and fall of many nations, Windsor's greatest strength lies here.
Even the weakest families, in turbulent times, as long as they can survive, can become fearful giants, let alone the Windsor family, which is by no means weak.
On this day, in one of the corridors inside the castle, the young Edward was comforting his friend beside him.
"It's alright, George, everything's fine. The best doctors in the nation are here; your child will surely be okay."
Edward patted his friend George's shoulder, comforting him as he was anxious over his wife's labor.
Yes, George is Elizabeth's father, and today is the day of Elizabeth's birth.
Having just assumed the throne, Edward, upon hearing the news of his friend's wife's labor, hastily abandoned all state affairs to rush over.
