HENRY CAME TO GREET HIS SISTER, smiling wide as if his raging temper tantrum did not happen and he was no longer angry with her. "Bess!" "Your Majesty," Elizabeth replied, bowing before her brother instead of greeting him with a tight hug and a peck to his cheek--a trait she picked up from their mother. "Why do you not hug your brother? Are you still upset with me?" "You threatened to kill my husband, Harry. Of course I'd be upset with you."