All Elizabeth wanted to do was make her father proud. That was what it meant to be ruler, to not end the legacy of your forbearer, and to forge your own. She hoped, so much to never fail.

"I am glad. I worried, you're quite... little. At least for most girls your age." Bemused, she listened to Raven, eyes downcast. "I am glad, I find your company to be rather refreshing. I'm used to girls your age giggling a lot more. You're a rather serious one, as I was once." Or still were, she might of gotten more quiet as time went on.