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[never_promised]

Mmmm. Hmmm.

This bed is very comfortable. The light is coming in very strong, strong enough that it must be well into the day: what an idle king he is this morning! But if the king can't idle in bed, the softest bed, once in his life...

He sits up abruptly. Wait. He's supposed to be meeting the French court, the duke of Burgundy, princess Katherine.

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[never_promised]

"I'll not hang about thee, watching every word. Shalt find me in the common room or the library--the grounds--" Shrug. It shouldn't be too hard to spot him, he's probably the only guy in an ermine robe. "I am fair glad to do thee this service, Percy."

[harryhotspur]

"And I am glad to have it done. Methinks I should have seen to it long ere now, but--" What's done is done.

[never_promised]

"Thine own courier, I." He's happy to do it, honestly happy; as king Harry finds that he likes reconciliations and kind gestures. He's already thinking how to manage it, as he looks around the room, though when his eyes fall on the dogs licking their now-empty boxes he laughs and says, "But I am not thy manservant today. I leave thee with all this pudding-fat, Percy. And thy good hounds."

[harryhotspur]

"My thanks," he says dryly. "I soon shall seek you out."