Harry's thumb moves in circuits over the pommel of his sword. He can see his silence unnerves the prince. His own insides roil, but perhaps he has learned a little calm since he was bitten: his brain is not the buzzing, enraged hive he suffered the last time he was at court.

"My father," he says at last. "And my lands."

"Preserved and pardoned, for all their sins," says Hal quickly.

"That is between us," says Harry. He sets his jaw. "Edmund Mortimer."

Hal sucks in a breath. "Back to Lord Mortimer again," he says quietly. "He wed the daughter of our affirmed enemy."