At all the crucial moments, the King has been alone. I am absolutely convinced that the Romanian nation has always loved and understood him. But those who should have been beside him in these crucial moments have always left him on his own: on 23rd August 1944, at Easter 1992, on 30th December 1997—always alone. Is this his destiny? I do not know what his destiny is. I cannot say. He is a man of such goodness that he is above the rest of us. And whenever he speaks out from that height, those who should have courage sound the retreat.
I have read with emotion the lines which the Queen has decided to write to the Romanians in her book.
Her ancestors include many who bore the destiny of Europe on their shoulders. Some of them were heroes and a few are considered saints. The Queen went to war as a private soldier, and then accepted a destiny of waiting and hoping, by our side.
There could not have been anyone on earth who would stand by us with such faith and courage.
Destiny placed her beside Elizabeth, Marie and Helen, the Queens of Romania. And the same destiny kept her, until recent years, far from the Country. In her book, the Queen acknowledges that she feels most comfortable in the villages, where she finds the pure Romanian spirit.
If, after so many years of suffering and waiting, the Queen feels the need to tell the Romanians the story of her life, this means that there is, in her soul, a 'tomorrow'.