"Your Majesty?" Richard called.
Henry stopped just beyond the balcony doors. "I am always worried, Richard," He looked over his shoulder then, a man tired of waiting for the next blow. "I have to be always worried."
Richard followed him into the chamber and looked towards the door where Stephen had disappeared.
Then he gave a small nod.
"I shall leave you be then."
"When will I hear back from you?" Henry asked.
Richard paused. He had already half-turned towards the chamber door, his intention clearly to leave before the conversation became any more uncomfortable than it already was. He looked back. "Your Majesty, I do not know what you want me to say."
"The truth would be refreshing."
"You may regret asking for it."
Henry folded his arms.
Richard exhaled slowly. "These past months, with everything you have done, I think we can both agree that you have a sinister side to you. One I did not know existed,"
"Who does not, Richard? No one is truly a saint."
