"I keep active as is possible, but my family is tall. My father was six foot four in all his glory as king. That was around when he married my mother, Anne Boleyn." She didn't assume people just knew her any more, when at home, the name was hissed after her like a curse.

Elizabeth leaned forward a little, mostly just out of shock to how pale Raven really was. When she had seen her previously, she thought it was just the video feed. But the girl looked pale as death. Ice cold at the very least. But here she was breathing and talking. Gently she touched her face, alcohol making it seem like a good idea. "Look at you, I know women in court that would make themselves half dead to be as pale as you are now."