[Hm. Well, that sure was a harsh and direct estimation of Richard's marital situation. A bit too direct, mind you, and he didn't really appreciate it. His brows knit together into a sharp displeased frown, shooting a glare up at the other's way almost as if it was a silent warning. But at the same time he doesn't try deny Silco's words. Because, ultimately? The man was right in his statement. Women were nothing but pretty status symbols for men, providing them comfort, love, support and eventually a heir.]
It depends on the severity of their transgressions, and what is their status in the society. But in most cases they would be attested, punished with public shaming, whipping or branding... And if witchcraft is believed to be involved then we torture and burn them alive.
['Just like the disgusting witch, Joan of Arc.' Richard feels his throat tighten at the thought. But still, strangely enough, she remained absent from his mind.
Richard looks at Silco's features and hums quietly. He is right. The man does not bear appearance of beloved hero who'll lead his people to the light. He is much more suited to play the part of a monster. It's interesting to see how openly Silco would embrace the truth rather than find comfort from the web of deceit, pretending to be something that he is not. Who knows, maybe there's a thing or two that Richard could learn from the man.]
A fellow Duke, like me. He's a man with great thirst for politics and someone who takes what he wants, unapologetically. [A small, barely noticeable smile creeps on Richard's lips as he speaks of his Kingmaker. There was not a day that didn't pass when his demon soul didn't yearn for it's missing piece, desperate to become a whole again. Being able to talk about the younger Duke like this did bring him some comfort.
He looks at the red berries peeking underneath the green leaves. Then, almost childlike impulse washes over him and he steps away from Silco to crouch over the strawberry patch to pick up a few berries]
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It depends on the severity of their transgressions, and what is their status in the society. But in most cases they would be attested, punished with public shaming, whipping or branding... And if witchcraft is believed to be involved then we torture and burn them alive.
['Just like the disgusting witch, Joan of Arc.' Richard feels his throat tighten at the thought. But still, strangely enough, she remained absent from his mind.
Richard looks at Silco's features and hums quietly. He is right. The man does not bear appearance of beloved hero who'll lead his people to the light. He is much more suited to play the part of a monster. It's interesting to see how openly Silco would embrace the truth rather than find comfort from the web of deceit, pretending to be something that he is not. Who knows, maybe there's a thing or two that Richard could learn from the man.]
A fellow Duke, like me. He's a man with great thirst for politics and someone who takes what he wants, unapologetically. [A small, barely noticeable smile creeps on Richard's lips as he speaks of his Kingmaker. There was not a day that didn't pass when his demon soul didn't yearn for it's missing piece, desperate to become a whole again. Being able to talk about the younger Duke like this did bring him some comfort.
He looks at the red berries peeking underneath the green leaves. Then, almost childlike impulse washes over him and he steps away from Silco to crouch over the strawberry patch to pick up a few berries]