Lady Percy snorts. "With so much blood between us?"
"Even so." Harry still looks little enough pleased at the prospect, but he is wearied by it, rather than indignant.
She shakes her head. "It cannot be. Even with the Earl pardoned, your uncle--"
"My uncle Worcester betrayed me," Harry cuts in. "And I would hear of this illness that kept my father from the field as well."
Lady Percy looks away. It is not hard to see where Harry's habit of avoiding eye contact when he's in a temper comes from. "What service may we render our most gracious king? And how did you pass unmarked in London to speak with the king at such a time as this?"
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"Even so." Harry still looks little enough pleased at the prospect, but he is wearied by it, rather than indignant.
She shakes her head. "It cannot be. Even with the Earl pardoned, your uncle--"
"My uncle Worcester betrayed me," Harry cuts in. "And I would hear of this illness that kept my father from the field as well."
Lady Percy looks away. It is not hard to see where Harry's habit of avoiding eye contact when he's in a temper comes from. "What service may we render our most gracious king? And how did you pass unmarked in London to speak with the king at such a time as this?"