I am finally getting around to commenting on fics not written for me! And I love this -- you do a beautiful job pulling out and elaborating on the conceit of Richard's soliloquy -- trying to reconstruct his world and himself in miniature, and not really being able to do it.
From a theoretical standpoint I really loved this --
Bolingbroke-Henry will have already made of himself a new type of king, shaped the velvet robes of sovereignty to his own form. Richard does not know how the inevitable tide of the future shall imagine him, but it shall not have a descendent of his upon its throne, a figure in which to glimpse his hazy portrait.
Because you've put your finger on the way that Richard's deposition remakes kingship and the narrative surrounding it, and this is what's traumatic about it. Except that, once again, it's an all-too-visible break, if you will.
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From a theoretical standpoint I really loved this --
Bolingbroke-Henry will have already made of himself a new type of king, shaped the velvet robes of sovereignty to his own form. Richard does not know how the inevitable tide of the future shall imagine him, but it shall not have a descendent of his upon its throne, a figure in which to glimpse his hazy portrait.
Because you've put your finger on the way that Richard's deposition remakes kingship and the narrative surrounding it, and this is what's traumatic about it. Except that, once again, it's an all-too-visible break, if you will.