Boudicca wasn’t just a queen—she was an inferno wrapped in iron. After the Romans flogged her and assaulted her daughters, she rallied her tribe and scorched a path through Roman Britain so fierce, it still smolders in the national memory. She’s not just part of history—she is history. And maybe, just maybe, she shares blood with Arthur himself. The stories blur. The legends tangle. But oh, what a tale they tell.
Why do I prefer ancient history over medieval? Because when it comes to science, culture—and especially women’s rights—the ancients had it going on. Celtic women owned property, led armies (hi, Boudicca), and could even shame their husbands for underperforming in bed. Compare that to medieval Europe, where married women basically vanished from the legal record. This post dives into why I’ll always pick a toga over a tabard, and why history, like fiction, is better when women get to speak.
Imagine strolling along a beach, hand in hand with your love, the salty breeze curling around you, the sun dipping low on the horizon. Romantic, right? Now, imagine bending down, picking up an old glass bottle, and discovering a 132-year-old message inside.
From SRP Author Tracy Cooper-Posey: If you’ve been around my books long enough (and if you haven’t—welcome!), you might have
