[Silco valued the trust that Richard showed him, and he admired a man that would release their emotions for someone they cared about to such a level. What Richard shared with that father was something he liked to believe that he somewhat could have with Jinx, but their realities were very different. He did wonder what it was like though for a child to value their parent in such a way that they would travel long distances, fight and kill soldiers all for that chance to be united again.
A part of him would have very much been curious to meet this man who was so important to Richard. He wouldn't have the chance unless this other Richard ended up here in Aldrip, he supposed. It was a moot point, punctuated with the sudden fingers closing around his jaw and forcing him to stand up as Richard rose. Otherwise, he held his ground and simply folded his hands behind his back, calm in the face of the potential for physical violence.
He let Richard speak, watching the younger man steadily. It did seem that his challenge had been met with words as he had hoped, and the contents of them listed a parade of atrocities that he could imagine well enough. Stamping out the will of one's enemy - and perhaps life - was something that they had in common. Yet another reason that seemed to see eye-to-eye on many topics.
Though, he did never particularly understand why parents named their children after them. Was it arrogance? Hubris? An odd family tradition? Well, he supposed one had to grow up in a family to potentially understand that concept.]
And what of your brothers? His blood runs in their veins the same as yours. [He spoke calmly as he stared at Richard, studying the younger man's mismatched gaze. Such pride in that man.] Indeed, you are king. Charles told me as much. And what does this choice of lover mean to you as king?
[They had already spoken openly and plainly about what betrayal would mean for each of them. Neither of them were men that took any such slights lightly.] Does discussing your father count as a betrayal?
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A part of him would have very much been curious to meet this man who was so important to Richard. He wouldn't have the chance unless this other Richard ended up here in Aldrip, he supposed. It was a moot point, punctuated with the sudden fingers closing around his jaw and forcing him to stand up as Richard rose. Otherwise, he held his ground and simply folded his hands behind his back, calm in the face of the potential for physical violence.
He let Richard speak, watching the younger man steadily. It did seem that his challenge had been met with words as he had hoped, and the contents of them listed a parade of atrocities that he could imagine well enough. Stamping out the will of one's enemy - and perhaps life - was something that they had in common. Yet another reason that seemed to see eye-to-eye on many topics.
Though, he did never particularly understand why parents named their children after them. Was it arrogance? Hubris? An odd family tradition? Well, he supposed one had to grow up in a family to potentially understand that concept.]
And what of your brothers? His blood runs in their veins the same as yours. [He spoke calmly as he stared at Richard, studying the younger man's mismatched gaze. Such pride in that man.] Indeed, you are king. Charles told me as much. And what does this choice of lover mean to you as king?
[They had already spoken openly and plainly about what betrayal would mean for each of them. Neither of them were men that took any such slights lightly.] Does discussing your father count as a betrayal?