"Diana has a choice," Richard said quietly.
Henry turned so sharply the candlelight caught the fury in his eyes. "Leave, Richard."
Richard held his gaze. Henry's face had closed.
"And the next time I see your face," Henry said, "I will run you through. Leave!"
Richard bowed, turned and walked out of the king's chambers. Well, he had done the worst he could do. He had made an enemy out of the King of England. His best friend.
Henry, who had laughed with him, trusted him, and now looked at him like he was one more man who had taken something from him.
Yup, Richard thought bitterly as he strode down the hall. You have done it now.
Henry, meanwhile, seethed. He paced his room, his robe loose at the throat, his hands curling and uncurling at his sides. He still could not believe it.
