Published in 1958.
From the inside dust jacket: "...she was a tiny, blue-eyed, fair-haired girl, scarcely eighteen and bearing little resemblance to the formidable Widow of Windsor she later became. But this is a novel about Victoria the wife, not the widow, beginning with youth and marriage and ending, as a vital part of Victoria's life ended, with the death of Albert, the only person she ever loved.
Evelyn Anthony's portrait of the Queen and her consort is touching and moving. Victoria's intense nature prevented halfway measures, and her passion for Albert increased rather than diminished in their twenty-one years of marriage. She loved so blindly that she never once realized that he did not in turn love her. But they were nevertheless very close; and there is a fascinating intimacy in this skillful reconstruction of their daily life, their conversations, their houses and furniture and clothing, their trips abroad, their relations with their nine children-particularly the Prince of Wales. The indomitable Queen is here, as well as the loving wife; and Albert, far from being merely a shadowy figure in the background, attains real dimension as a man, not just as Victoria's husband."