[If there is one thing that is sure way to get on Richard's nerves it's looking down on him. He had spent majority of his life being ridiculed, both directly and indirectly, just because of his appearance. Even after reaping glory in the battle he could hear the sneers behind his back, questioning whether he was a knight or a maiden. And for so long he had swallowed his anger and bitterness in resignation, but no more. Of course, to say that Silco had tried to ridicule him was a leap, but the man had tried to physically corner him in the chair in his own rooms while deliberately poking at sore wound - rousing the anger in him. Richard had no issues reminding his lover that he was not only capable of overpowering him, but that he would do so, too.
It's really good thing that Richard likes the man, and that they're alone. Both Catesby and Buckingham would have beheaded him for such insolence.]
My brothers forgot what was important. A man who does not fight is no king. It is what our father taught us as children. They died and I lived, because I never stopped fighting. [Maybe there was once a point in his life when he had believed in Edward as a king, dedicated his life to protect the sacred blood of the York family. But that felt like a lifetime ago. Now Richard understood that all which mattered was that he carried blood of that man in his veins. He understood now that only he could fulfill his father's dream. Surely that precious man would understand.]
We keep it secret as long as we want to. You are master of puppets, are you not? With eyes and ears all around the shadows. I'm certain you would know how to slip in lies and deceit in the place of truth, hm?
[Richard continued to stare down at his lover, eyes cold and calculating. Would he like to break free from the confinement of the room? Yes. But at the same time he felt the voice press at his mind, preventing him from budging. He would not be the one to leave his own office.
The sound of heavy dark wings flapping through the air filled the room.]
You questioned my worthiness to carry on his legacy. That is a betrayal, Silco. I do not speak ill of your relationship with your child, nor question it. I expect you to offer the same respect as I do.
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It's really good thing that Richard likes the man, and that they're alone. Both Catesby and Buckingham would have beheaded him for such insolence.]
My brothers forgot what was important. A man who does not fight is no king. It is what our father taught us as children. They died and I lived, because I never stopped fighting. [Maybe there was once a point in his life when he had believed in Edward as a king, dedicated his life to protect the sacred blood of the York family. But that felt like a lifetime ago. Now Richard understood that all which mattered was that he carried blood of that man in his veins. He understood now that only he could fulfill his father's dream. Surely that precious man would understand.]
We keep it secret as long as we want to. You are master of puppets, are you not? With eyes and ears all around the shadows. I'm certain you would know how to slip in lies and deceit in the place of truth, hm?
[Richard continued to stare down at his lover, eyes cold and calculating. Would he like to break free from the confinement of the room? Yes. But at the same time he felt the voice press at his mind, preventing him from budging. He would not be the one to leave his own office.
The sound of heavy dark wings flapping through the air filled the room.]
You questioned my worthiness to carry on his legacy. That is a betrayal, Silco. I do not speak ill of your relationship with your child, nor question it. I expect you to offer the same respect as I do.