"How flattering." Richard drawled.
"It is an appointment many men would envy."
"Then give it to one of those poor eager fools."
"I chose you."
"I do have to question the timing, my lord," Richard said.
Henry's eyes lifted slowly. "My lord," Henry drawled, tasting the words. "Is that just what I am now?"
Richard's jaw flexed.
Henry stepped closer, his gaze fixed on him. "Your lord?"
The room had become what it truly was: two men standing inside the wreckage of a friendship neither of them knew how to bury.
"I was your best friend," Henry said.
Pain, regret, loyalty still breathing under all that anger. Richard had not stopped loving him as a friend.
"You still are my best friend," Richard said.
