Henry hesitated. He kept his eyes ahead, watching the path wind between the trees. "There is someone else," he said.
Richard nearly smiled himself inside out. "Ah...Who is she?" he asked. "Do I know her?"
"God, I hope not!"
Richard's grin widened at once. "Afraid of some competition uhn?" he wiggled his brows.
Henry snorted and adjusted the bow in his hand. "Competition with your king? You must wish for death."
"Some deaths are worth it. Really, who is she? A noblewoman?"
"No… a strange woman." Henry mused as he thought of Livia.
Richard's brows rose. "So you were able to get it up with this woman?"
Henry shot him a disgusted look. "You really were dragged from a ditch and handed a title at random."
Richard laughed under his breath, wholly unrepentant.
"I can get it up, I just…maybe I am just currently wrapped up in this other woman that every other one dulls in comparison."
