On an invitation to his previous residence, Queen Elizabeth I had refused to step her royal foot in his home, which by her account wasn’t fit for a queen.
Who did she think she was?
In a superfluous response to her rejection, Sir Francis had this illustrious structure planted visibly on top of a hill (that I had to drag my aching legs up today) and embellished with stone work from across Europe. The interior, illuminated by hundreds of windows, was also a new trend as England entered a peaceful time and fortified homes were no longer deemed necessary.
If not already outlandish, the building drew more contesting attention by its symmetrical layout, which was a symbol of Christianity and reserved for solely for God’s house.
Who did this guy think he was?
In the end, Willoughby’s ego was satisfied by a royal visit.