Hm. [Richard hummed as he was enjoying from the quiet attention given to him. The touch was nice, it was soft and familiar and managed to avoid being invasive despite the intimate nature of it. Something that he was grateful for as the wounds he received during the hours of blind rage and violence were still sore under the bandages, neatly tucked underneath the chest binder and in the sleeves of his shirt.
He leans his back against the tree, carefully pulling Silco from his vest closer]
You watched me, then. [It's not an accusation but a statement. Richard had finished few of his targets by decapitation and placing the heads on the spike. A humiliation after defeat, reserved to those who he had hated or envied the most. The king Saralegui and knight Argenti. Others? He had been more straightforward with, sinking his steel in the body.. And then there had been the poor, poor Charles.
Having audience didn't necessarily bother him, even though he wasn't particularly proud of some of his actions. Like chopping of locks of hair off his targets and so on. But he was a king, wasn't he? And public executions had always been part of king's duty.]
No, it wasn't. [Richard opens his eyes and looks up at Silco. There was matters that he wished to talk with the man, yes. Like the manifest for Zaun posted on the network by the masked individual. Among many other things but that wasn't completely it. Like with Buckingham and Catesby, Richard simply preferred company of those who shared his secret. And so far, Silco stayed as his only confidant and the one he could truly be himself. ] It would have been rude to visit your business without seeking you out.
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He leans his back against the tree, carefully pulling Silco from his vest closer]
You watched me, then. [It's not an accusation but a statement. Richard had finished few of his targets by decapitation and placing the heads on the spike. A humiliation after defeat, reserved to those who he had hated or envied the most. The king Saralegui and knight Argenti. Others? He had been more straightforward with, sinking his steel in the body.. And then there had been the poor, poor Charles.
Having audience didn't necessarily bother him, even though he wasn't particularly proud of some of his actions. Like chopping of locks of hair off his targets and so on. But he was a king, wasn't he? And public executions had always been part of king's duty.]
No, it wasn't. [Richard opens his eyes and looks up at Silco. There was matters that he wished to talk with the man, yes. Like the manifest for Zaun posted on the network by the masked individual. Among many other things but that wasn't completely it. Like with Buckingham and Catesby, Richard simply preferred company of those who shared his secret. And so far, Silco stayed as his only confidant and the one he could truly be himself. ] It would have been rude to visit your business without seeking you out.