( A most interesting opinion, and also a rare one for a man. She has suspected there to be much more to him than the chronicles and legend suggest, and she is finding herself to be correct in the most surprising (and pleasant) fashion. Elizabeth tilts her head, the ghost of a wry smile crossing her face. )

Ambition, I have been told, is only permissible for widows. It would be my luck that the man I would marry would live to be ancient.

( Such sass, on both their parts. It is as though they function as a mirror for one another thus far. )

If I knew how, I would change my fate. I do not wish to marry Henry Tudor. ( The will is there, but the way is unclear. ) I, too, dislike those whom are predictable or boring.

Would you be against allying ourselves in this place, either to find a means of escape or of establishing a base of power? ( For the family, of course. )