The Adventures of King Richard
Bartholomew smiles sheepishly.
"Yes, sire. Habit commands me to pay reverence to my king whenever he passes. However, I am aware of your feelings on the matter. I will endeavor to be more casual with you, sire."
You smile. Bartholomew has always been such a polite man.
"How did you sleep last night, sire?"
You respond that you slept very well.
"Oh, good, sire, very good. I understand that you've been having trouble sleeping lately."
It's true. The uprising in Anjou, the constant threat of war with Bretagne, and the enduring legacy of your father's failure with regards to domestic policy have taken their toll on you over the last few months. Sleep is hard to come by when you're always worried that your country could come crashing down on top of your head at any moment.
Bartholomew sees that he's struck a chord with you.
"My apologies, sire. I didn't mean to pry."
How do you respond?
"Yes, sire. Habit commands me to pay reverence to my king whenever he passes. However, I am aware of your feelings on the matter. I will endeavor to be more casual with you, sire."
You smile. Bartholomew has always been such a polite man.
"How did you sleep last night, sire?"
You respond that you slept very well.
"Oh, good, sire, very good. I understand that you've been having trouble sleeping lately."
It's true. The uprising in Anjou, the constant threat of war with Bretagne, and the enduring legacy of your father's failure with regards to domestic policy have taken their toll on you over the last few months. Sleep is hard to come by when you're always worried that your country could come crashing down on top of your head at any moment.
Bartholomew sees that he's struck a chord with you.
"My apologies, sire. I didn't mean to pry."
How do you respond?