We cannot count on others now, Elizabeth. [She wouldn't risk the Pope deciding in their favor or not, she knows that such things could be swayed.

There is a look of determination in her red eyes, she doesn't like the idea of resorting to magic. It may not even work here but that doesn't mean she's not going to try.]

Edward and an innocent boy are dead, Richard still holds Cecily at his court, we must act.

[She fingers her locket where George's names is still scrawled in blood, a promise which was fulfilled. Perhaps alone she will make another such promise for Richard, for the Beaufords.]

There are other ways, Elizabeth, but we must find private quarters first.