She looked hesitant. "Do you have any idea how daft that sounds? I've heard the stories of the Crown; a forbidding place, where even in the high summer, there's snow and ice covering everything, as far as you can see. And you expect me to believe a fanciful tale about a long-lost queen, of some nonsense? I'm not a girlchild, listening to stories at my mom's knee," she retorted, sounding angry, but not entirely unconvinceable.