[Public executions do have several purposes, yes. It is not only a showcase of power and divine judgement, but also works as an entertainment for the peasants while also providing them a target for their anger and dissatisfaction. It was a careful political weapon to be used appropriately, without abusing its power too much, to control the population and the narrative. It is quite interesting that the council has not utilized it yet.]

I would rather not to speak of the day in further detail and have that precious man's memory be overshadowed by the shame. [Because in truth, the memory was permanently imprinted in Richard's mind, oozing out the hurt and anguish like a freshly cut wound that would not just stop bleeding. It had been the day when Richard first time had the taste of the hell. Being abandoned by his mother to enemy camp, his first kill, escaping the death's clutches not once but twice, desperately clinging on life as he dragged his exhausted body through the dark woods. All just to rush at his father's side, only to find out his cut up and defiled body put on a display. A frozen kiss.]

You could say that, yes. It was father's spirit that guided us through the war, leading us to be victorious. After obtaining the crown from the false king I personally made sure that there was no Lancaster left alive to rebel against us. [Half-truth and half-lie. The War of Roses was common knowledge in his own world, its recognized through the other superpowers in Europe. He did not mind retelling the story, especially when he could leave out his own forbidden transgressions and dealings with the enemy king -- whom he had once foolishly looked as replacement for the light that his father had once provided. Who's blood he still keeps alive in his own castle, in form of a young boy calling him 'a father.'] What of your war?