She looked out the window, staring at the sky that only ever promised more water to fall. This place didn't feel like home no matter how many times she told herself it was.

"No." Elizabeth shook her head, turning back to him with a sad smile. "She did rain often though, there can be denying that. But she had as many warm summer days as she had cool winter nights." It was easy to speak at length on the country she loved so once. "Her palaces stood proud, even after the wars, and the fields were vast and green. The King's forest was bursting with life, and the hunts were always prosperous." She crossed her legs under her skirts, tapping her foot as she thought on those days now so utterly gone. "You should of seen her, Your Eminence, a young man such as yourself would have loved it."