[Henry is not the most pleased person right now. Despite the haughty smile on his face, his ghost, Richard III, is chastising him again. The hallway is strewn with broken vases. Henry is not admitting that he's thrown several at his new follower. Instead, he's heading back to his room ( Read more... )

[Henry taps his fingers on the arm of the chair he's sitting in. His face is blank, though he clenches his teeth every now and then. He's just found out about the tails and ears. He is not happy.]

Elizabeth. I'd like a word. Now.

[Angry Henry is angry and destroyed his room ( Read more... )

[Henry had been sleeping for his entire stay there. He did not like being seen in these shorts that were made of something that made water just slide off of it. He'd taken to his tent, not letting anyone see him. He was particularly mopey like that ( Read more... )

[Henry has taken to the grounds, Lilith with him.]

Well, I'm glad you're talking to me, your Grace. Although I think it silly to call you that. I am you, after all.

You'll have to forgive my skepticism, m'lady, but this is not common in England. [He looks out on the landscape.] None of this is like home.

But you've got me now-And I've lost ( Read more... )

[He's looking about him, and then he noticed that the jaguar next to him is talking to him ( Read more... )