[Elizabeth is confused at Elizabeth's reaction, stopping in the middle of the corridor to look at her.]

Has something happened? [She doesn't like the look her daughter is giving her, perhaps she's missed more than she had thought.]

Henry Tudor? [Elizabeth frowned at this. She remembered him as Lady Margaret's boy, but no doubt he was grown as well by the time when Elizabeth had come from.] And why would I do that? You, Elizabeth, you are to be a Queen. I would want nothing less for you.