[ he can't help the instinctual flinch as richard's anger sparks in a visible way, if only for a moment — his shoulders hunch down again, and he looks down, sounds embarrassed when he says, ]

Didn't really have anything to tell, did I? My history grade was barely above passing. [ somehow, admitting this feels terrible, when it's to someone to whom these matters aren't something from the pages of history books, but real life. ] That he was a king, and probably killed some people, and died. Maybe on the battlefield, or was deposed, I can't even remember that.

[ he shrugs, looks up at richard again, almost cautiously. ] That's all I told him. I mean, better he'd be asking you if he wanted to know more, yeah?