Sarah O'Connell

But nothing really stuck.

Until 2012, when Richard III's bones were dug up from a Leicester City Council car park and blew this extremely cold case wide open.

Because it wasn't just an exciting day for the council staff, who presumably got the afternoon off work.

It also gave historians a full genetic profile that could be potentially used to identify the bones attributed to his nephews.

But before you get too excited, for that to happen, scientists would need royal permission.

Queen Elizabeth II never approved of having the bones retested, believing it was better to leave the boys whoever they were to rest in peace.

Yeah, yeah.

But rumour has it that King Charles III doesn't share his late mum's views.

So one day, we might finally get the answers about the bones lying in Westminster Abbey.

If it is them, well, Philippa Langley might have to go live in New Zealand or something.

But if it's not, well, all bets are well and truly off.

He's villainized to an extent that I'm like, they were all doing the same thing.

Totally.

And anyone would have done the same thing.

You'd be pissed that 200 years no one went and checked.

But anyway, guys, that is your shorthand on The Princess in the Tower.

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