[ The joy has her as lightheaded. It may be the spinning, too, but she prefers to think it was the way even a Queen can seem like a little laughing child when she dances. Or the way fondness shows through one's voice even should Elizabeth try to hide it.

Lucrezia mimics her laughter, spinning fast and with flourish, a flick of her wrist. Dancing is like flying when done with the right partner. ]

Conquistadors, Elizabeth? [ She slows her steps and circles her, round and round, stealing glances over her shoulder. ] They would conquer you lands, would they not? Build this nation you so love. And so, [ she grins, almost devious ] they are as much your country. It is no wrong to love them.