"You do?" It shouldn't be a surprise. After marrying Edward, all of England and Europe knew who she was. Perhaps it was the mention of history books and the possibility of know how it ended. She hadn't been able to divine what was to come, save for small glimpses of images. To have solid answers, it was tempting.

"It does end?" She hopes for nothing more. Worrying over her husband's fate, knowing that as she bids him farewell, it could be the last she sees of him, it was becoming too much. "All I want is for our son to be secure on his throne."