[The sad truth is that Richard is, in the end, very easy to trigger. There are countless proverbial buttons to be pushed if one wanted to push him over the edge, some of them unknown to him. And Silco, for better or worse, had the unique privilege to be privy to most of them - something that Richard had entrusted with the man. And was feeling a regret now.
It was no secret that Richard held his father as higher being than God himself. Despite his yearning and desire to be loved and stand in the light, he would throw it all away if only he could see his father smile at him again. Richard had told the story of his father's downfall to Silco, yes. But trusting that the man would know better than to misuse it. Having the tragedy of it spilled out from his lover's mouth in such manner felt nothing but like a betrayal. Silco had not only exposed an old, painful scar but ripped it open.
With a swift movement, Richard raised his hand to harshly grab on Silco's jaw and forced him back - raising to his own feet as he pushed the other man.]
Just who do you think I am? [His expression is stern and prideful, voice hissing with poisonous anger. Despite all of his insecurities and fears, the demons plaguing his mind and always making him doubt himself, there had always been one thing he could trust on. And that was his father's blood.] My name is Richard Plantagenet. A name that my father bestowed upon me -- his name. It was me who avenged his death, me who defeated the last spark of our enemies. I grabbed the light and turned the kingdom against the crown princes, crushing the opposing dynasty.
There is no one else who can carry that man's legacy but me. I am the king and I choose whoever I want as my lover. [His hold on the man's face is strong and unforgiving as he speaks, staring right into the mismatched eyes with his own. His voice unrelenting and commanding.] Betray me and there will be no place where you can escape my wrath. Understood?
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
branchandroot
(no subject)
Date: 2024-11-08 09:19 pm (UTC)It was no secret that Richard held his father as higher being than God himself. Despite his yearning and desire to be loved and stand in the light, he would throw it all away if only he could see his father smile at him again. Richard had told the story of his father's downfall to Silco, yes. But trusting that the man would know better than to misuse it. Having the tragedy of it spilled out from his lover's mouth in such manner felt nothing but like a betrayal. Silco had not only exposed an old, painful scar but ripped it open.
With a swift movement, Richard raised his hand to harshly grab on Silco's jaw and forced him back - raising to his own feet as he pushed the other man.]
Just who do you think I am? [His expression is stern and prideful, voice hissing with poisonous anger. Despite all of his insecurities and fears, the demons plaguing his mind and always making him doubt himself, there had always been one thing he could trust on. And that was his father's blood.] My name is Richard Plantagenet. A name that my father bestowed upon me -- his name. It was me who avenged his death, me who defeated the last spark of our enemies. I grabbed the light and turned the kingdom against the crown princes, crushing the opposing dynasty.
There is no one else who can carry that man's legacy but me. I am the king and I choose whoever I want as my lover. [His hold on the man's face is strong and unforgiving as he speaks, staring right into the mismatched eyes with his own. His voice unrelenting and commanding.] Betray me and there will be no place where you can escape my wrath. Understood?