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[At times like these the gap between their worlds became only wider, separating them. Zaun was world of brute force, it seemed, where one would have bear their claws and show their teeth openly. The court Richard came from was the opposite, blood was shed but it was done in discreet. The game would be played behind closed doors with secret pacts. There was so many rules how to and not to maneuver in Richard's world, unless one wished to lose their head prematurely.

Richard takes another gulp of the whiskey, wiping his bottom lip on the gloved thumb. This time the warmth does bring the color to his pale features, but otherwise there is no visible sign of the alcohol affecting his system.]

You already know what I desire the most. And you do not posses it.