Well it would be his England then. Tudors. What was he saying though, about being elsewhere. It didn't make much sense to him but then nothing had this day. Traitors and lies and now this. Now being here. He had no wish to be here but he supposed it was a base with which to build power. With which to gain an army perhaps and return to take his throne back. But Much had told him he could not return...
And then he confused him with...
"What? No...No, Decended from him yes through the Plantagenet line but I am the third King of England to bear the name Richard." This man however spoke with some familiarity of the Lionheart. It was impossible. "He has been centuries dead. You do know this? What year do you believe it to be?"
Lucifer. Lucifer had brought him here. But he had kept to his religion, how was he to reconcile with this. With Lucifer. "I know my bible well. Is this then the end of days? Why am I here?" In many ways he should have simply thought much a madman or a fool but he was none of those things. He reacted appropriatly to meeting a King, used the right honorifics. He truly did seem to believe his ancestor was King of England still.