Jonathan was much the happier, being mourned by one king and loved by two, and do not the loves and griefs of kings exceed those of other men?
Or, capture and death.
(There's a tiny sliver of alternate history going on here that's not borne out enough to be really worth tagging for, the presence of what amounts to legally important same-sex marriage -- albeit expected to be in addition to rather than in the stead of opposite-sex marriage. It's gnarly and weird and inadequately explored and I'll do something with it, I swear. This started out as a cracky gift!fic for the lovely and super funny Mardia based in some semi-jokey speculating we did on the Hollow Crown staging of the deposition scene and was specific to that staging too, but it went kind of a depressing place and as a result I'd feel weird gifting it her way.)
Sorry about all the past!pairings. All Richard's friends are dead. Except Aumerle.
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