King Richard's attempts to solidify bonds of friendship by gestures rather than words haven't always turned out as planned.

After the long ride from Flint, Richard takes stock of himself.

Young Richard looks too deeply into the workings of chance.

Late 1388, and after.

(written for strangeparticles on Tumblr and the prompt: 'things you said that I wish you hadn't')

Two things are unavoidable: death and laundry.

(A take on the bathing scene from '...on the earth, and not on him', from a perspective other than Richard's.)

August, 1388: Richard II of England has been dead for seven years, and his cousin the Prince of Wales is having a hard time.

John Barwyk has better things to do than wait for a man to die, and yet here he is.

Henry Bolingbroke is an absurdly youthful jousting champion and a man of few words. But his cousin is King of England, so that has to count for something.

Aumerle doesn't kill his king, but he can't save him, either.

Two kinsmen make an auspicious start to a hunting trip by avoiding their relatives and having sex in tents. (They're very nice tents, though.)