"Oh," Geoffrey said. "I received a message. His Majesty arrived back in Whitehall this morning."
Richard's world went blank. Henry was in Whitehall. Diana was in Whitehall. "He's in Whitehall?" Richard asked. "Already?"
"I asked the same question too," Geoffrey said. "After last night's attack, I assumed they would keep him hidden until the palace was fully secured."
"Fuck! I have to get there."
Geoffrey watched him scramble for his clothes. "Funny how you care more about your friend than your intended."
Richard shot him a look while forcing one arm into his shirt. "I care about both." He grabbed his waistcoat, his fingers moving too quickly over the buttons. Then he reached for his boots.
Geoffrey stepped further into the room. "Oh, one more thing."
"Father, not now."
"Yes, now."
Richard bent, yanking one boot on. "Unless this house is on fire, it can wait."
"It cannot."
Richard looked up, irritation flashing across his face. "What?"
