Despite everything, Richard hadn't stopped being a warrior. He still trained at the skills he'd grown up with, and being behind a desk hadn't stopped him honing his skills either.

He was still lethal and cunning, and deadly if he wanted to be. He nodded at her and kept quiet. Breaking into a house was no different then breaking into a castle, although the latter took a lot more weapons and siege craft.

He'd slid into the house after Wrath and without a noise slid the sword from it's scabbard. He motioned Wrath to be quiet as he went to slip behind Henry and put the sword under his chin. "I'd suggest, Henry Tudor, You not move a muscle unless you want to experience beheading." Deliberately he used the tone of voice he'd used when he was King, full of command and iron.