( Whatever this woman is, it is something otherworldly, other than human. She sucks in a harsh breath, but makes no move to do aught but hold her ground. Our goal is the same. And while her eyes are wide for a time, she gradually attempts to control the rapid beat of her heart enough to curtsy to this woman whose very presence sets her on edge, as though she might see right through her. It is a good thing they are on the same side.

For her part, Elizabeth's anger is in the tight line of her jaw and the flash of her eyes. She'd already been filled to the brim with frustration and grief from what had transpired at home. This? This has only set her careening over the edge. )

An honour, lady. I am Elizabeth Plantagenet of England. ( And she does not want to waste either of their time, and thus comes right out with it: ) I have magic.

When a woman of my line sets a curse upon an individual, it ensures they will die. I would not do this lightly. But that knight has taken too many lives and will merely take more given the opportunity.