King Richard's attempts to solidify bonds of friendship by gestures rather than words haven't always turned out as planned.
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Fic dedicated to angevin2, whom I totally owe a R2 fic after so long an interval, and to engrprof on Tumblr for generously volunteering her bee sting experience. Any and all of this fic's flaws rest entirely on my shoulders, but their excellent help and unflagging enthusiasm are just about the best things in my fic-writing life.