[He didn't think that Silco would be the one to rat him out. At least, Richard didn't see why he would. They had been enjoying from each others' company without any real ire, aside from occasional disagreements here and there. But overall? They didn't have any reason to bring out the knives.
Richard allows himself to be pushed against the tree, his own hands sliding up to Silco's front. Palms pressed flat against the collar of his vest. There's a faint rosy hue on his cheekbones as he could feel the warmth return to his body under Silco's hands.]
It's much easier to move. [He admits, satisfied with the answer. It's definitely easier to move and much more than that. Despite the pressure on his chest he feels like he can finally breathe properly, without having to deal with feeling of his ribs being crushed and the pain on his back. He felt free.] Thank you.
[Silco was someone who valued loyalty and gave it in return. In general, he was a distrustful man, but Richard was not just any man. Somehow, this particular Chosen had slipped passed many of his carefully laid armour without as much effort as it should have taken. This place was testing him, but for once, he wasn't exactly angry about it. For once, he was enjoying the consequences.
Of course, should he be spurned or his trust broken, he would make every effort to grind Richard into the dirt. It would be interesting as he had gained the sense Richard would reply in kind, and that was exciting. Vander had never come after him and mostly hoped he would die or stay hidden. Richard would come for him, and he Richard.
He brought their foreheads back together after the most and his hands remained under Richard's shirt, stroking lightly and not yet pushing for anything further. For him, sex was not his go-to. He was still working on his personal habit of offering physical affection, and it was touch and go. Today was a good day.]
Good. Training should be easier, as should beheading those that cross you. [He personally was used to such violence, and it didn't bother him.] Is this what you originally wanted to meet with me about? [Did you just want to see me?]
Hm. [Richard hummed as he was enjoying from the quiet attention given to him. The touch was nice, it was soft and familiar and managed to avoid being invasive despite the intimate nature of it. Something that he was grateful for as the wounds he received during the hours of blind rage and violence were still sore under the bandages, neatly tucked underneath the chest binder and in the sleeves of his shirt.
He leans his back against the tree, carefully pulling Silco from his vest closer]
You watched me, then. [It's not an accusation but a statement. Richard had finished few of his targets by decapitation and placing the heads on the spike. A humiliation after defeat, reserved to those who he had hated or envied the most. The king Saralegui and knight Argenti. Others? He had been more straightforward with, sinking his steel in the body.. And then there had been the poor, poor Charles.
Having audience didn't necessarily bother him, even though he wasn't particularly proud of some of his actions. Like chopping of locks of hair off his targets and so on. But he was a king, wasn't he? And public executions had always been part of king's duty.]
No, it wasn't. [Richard opens his eyes and looks up at Silco. There was matters that he wished to talk with the man, yes. Like the manifest for Zaun posted on the network by the masked individual. Among many other things but that wasn't completely it. Like with Buckingham and Catesby, Richard simply preferred company of those who shared his secret. And so far, Silco stayed as his only confidant and the one he could truly be himself. ] It would have been rude to visit your business without seeking you out.
I did. It was quite the public showing; I appreciate your skill with a sword far more now that I've seen how you wield it. [Silco was not that kind of fighter, and he preferred short blades given the narrow confines of where he lived. Swords and other bladed weapons were very common in the Undercity and used to great effect, but his skills in those activities were not as profound as Richard's clearly.
He stepped in at the pull, and he lightly pressed their fronts together. He moved his hands to slide around to Richard's sides in order to continue caressing skin, and it was a simple accommodation. Anyone looking in might think he look strange standing so close to a tree, but he would leave them to their questions.
He nodded his head, accepting the answer without personal offense.] Considering how many businesses I own, there is always a chance I'm not at a particular one when you drop in. It is pleasant to see you. [Of course, Richard had called to give him a heads up of the location so they could meet, which was more than he should expect. It was just sex after all.] And have you come for another gift of a white rose then? Or some other necessity today?
Then keep your eyes open. You have seen nothing yet. [Yet another statement. Though this time there is hint of bold defiance in his tone, as if he had spoken a dare out loud. It was both a promise and threat. Richard had only given this world a small taste of the storm he could ultimately bring with him.
Richard bend his knee forward to press it against Silco's leg. Despite his rather compromising position, being caged between a tree and the bigger body, with hands still rummaging around his torso and chest - Richard wanted to remind the other man that he still was in charge of this dance.] And yet. Even with your busy schedule you made your way here. ['you wanted to see me,' the true meaning behind his statement.] Nay, this time I shall leave with red rose with me.
Mmmm, of that I have no doubt. We call ourselves monsters, but we have yet to reveal our cards for the most part. [And that was a thrill in and of itself. He had seen a little of what Richard was capable of, and he was looking forward to seeing more. Now how that would shape he didn't know, but he could guess that eventually the younger man would turn towards gathering power or dispelling it.
Silco was amused by the knee pressed to his leg, and he wondered how much of a temptress Richard had to be back home. He was no so easily swayed from his position of power, but neither was he interested in asserting it here at the moment. It wasn't deference so much of a lack of interest of playing that game currently. He dug his nails into Richard's sides.] You called. I saw fit to see you because I enjoy your company, and there are very few that fit into that box. [He did want to see Richard; he would not deny it. In fact, it was better to dispel the implication with truth.] I see. I assume a red rose has particular meaning for your purpose?
[As much was true, yes. So far they both had only politely danced around the obvious, smiled while holding back their sharp teeth and claws back. Physical savagery that Richard, alongside the other infected people, was one thing. Anyone could bite back if pushed too hard, after all. But what mattered more was the manner the violence had been executed and how did the person behind the act dealt with the aftermath. What went between the eyes of the person was what separated them from men and monsters.
Richard holds back a sound when the nails press against him, forcing himself to stay relaxed and fighting his body's learned reaction.] Such a honor to fit such tight criteria and make it to your favor. [He hums a laughter, corners of his lips curling up into a small, sneering smile. Richard moves his hand up from Silco's chest, gloved fingers pressing lightly on the small spot where his neck is visible, feeling the pulse point.] When you unintentionally offend someone it is beneficial to mend the bond before it is cut off completely. The person I have in mind is fond of the red flowers.
[He was going to allow himself time to enjoy this while it lasted, aware that his track record - and he could assume Richard's as well - was terrible. He had not yet found the time or place to inquire to Richard's previous lovers and the return was true. That seemed a tad too private when they were still cultivating enough trust to find each other beyond that first night.]
You should consider it such, yes. I don't make it a habit to let people close, and you don't seem the sort to do so either. [His hands slid around to the small of Richard's back in a gesture of a hug while still adding with the stroke of his fingers. Yet, his neck tightened and his chin drew up fractionally before he caught the reaction and smoothed it out again.] I've been told that a verbal apology also works for those you offend without a gift. We usually use money or a resource they need in our apologies, though... these days I can't say I've been particularly apologetic for anything.
[Trust was a curious thing. Building it was no easy task, requiring hours upon hours of work and forthcoming from both sides, but yet dismantling and destroying it didn't take more than one nudge from right direction. Richard in general didn't trust others. Because it would mean having hope in them, and Richard had learned a long time ago not to place his hope on anyone but himself.
And yet. He did trust Silco. More than anyone else in this forsaken world. Otherwise he would have cut off those hands the moment they made a gesture towards him let alone take him to bed and lay with him. But he also trusted in Silco's darkness, knowing better than to let him too deep into his heart and secrets.
The air in the greenhouse was hot and humid, thick with moisture. Yet none of that stopped him from leaning forward, pressing his body against Silco's when the arm slips to support his back.] That is true, yes. I also happen to prefer your company.
[As should be obvious from their previous dealings. Richard slides his long, narrow fingers up along Silco's neck, stopping to touch his jawline.] Verbal apology alone can go far, yes. But when you wish to reach out to someone's heart you ought to speak their language and make it personal. Show them that you care. [Even when you don't. Yet, Richard knows it's far too early for him to make enemies in this place, especially considering that he didn't exactly have a big number of followers here.]
Not for anything at all? That is fortunate position to be in.
[His arms curled more around Richard as the younger man stepped in against him, pulling Richard a little away from the tree. The humidity was starting to have his clothing cling to his skin, but he had lived near water for a long time, yet he didn't find the stickiness to be all that pleasant. Yet, he didn't deny that it was all worthwhile to feel Richard's body against his own even for a moment.] A pleasant thought; I would question your motivations if you didn't.
[He had thought that curiosity that they had started with would leave after falling into bed together. Yet, he found himself guessing about so much of Richard, and he enjoyed being engaged in such a way. Perhaps they would show a little more of their monstrous natures and he wondered if they would enjoy it or despise it.
He allowed Richard's fingers along his neck and at his jaw, aware the younger man could hurt him if it was desired.] The fact is that I very rarely care. Caring can be lethal, and I've experienced that personally. Loyalty doesn't require care, especially if our goals are the same. Give and take loyalty equally.
[He kept his business dealings his primarily objective, seeking to control this place and potentially the Chosen through the economy. It was a long game.
His fingers dipped down to the top of Richard's trousers, stroking beneath the waistband without hinting that he was looking to get those clothes off. He was simply exploring and enjoying their closeness.]
Why would I apologize for being who I am? My actions are for purpose.
Ah. So you're not worried of the knife digging on your back. [He teases the other man, flashing him a knowing grin. While such scenario is always possibility between them, it's very unlikely to happen at the moment. Though the constant, underlying sense of danger did add more thrill to their dynamic. This small, subtle game of power that kept them on their toes was such stark contrast to the those moments of the vulnerability from before.
His finger tips slid along Silco's jawline, feeling the hotness of the skin. He stops at his chin, grabbing it lightly between his fingers and pulls. Richard then cranes his own neck up, bringing his lips to ghost over Silco's. Teasing a kiss.]
It's all about keeping appearances. [An act of deceit. While Richard believed in the power of fear, he did find love and trust to be more lasting motivators for support. Then, not wanting to get too drunk on the heat of moment Richard pulls away, stepping out of their small embrace.]
[The corner of his lip twitched in a tiny smirk at the comment.] Perhaps a knife digging into me is a kink of mine. [He said it with an air of mystery with an undercurrent of teasing. He didn't deny that he and Richard were as dangerous as they seemed currently compatible, and aside from the occasional difference in opinion, they seemed to be heading in the same direction.
His blue eye half closed at the tease of lips, and his arms tightened momentarily. He could see how many who earned this side of Richard would be confused and tempted at the same time. And why not? That body was such a delicate mix of both, and it was alluring. Now that he knew what was held under those clothes, he found the younger man rather physically attractive.
He released his grip when Richard eased away from him, and he plucked at the collar of his shirt as the heat caused the beginnings of a light sheen of sweat.]
Ah but you see it doesn't matter here. There were two and now three people from my world who are very outspoken about how monstrous I am, and who will interfere with my dealings or take things from me if they knew of them. Keeping up appearances for me is simply creating a distortion of their loud cries. Killing them isn't an option for me, so I give jobs to anyone and everyone to twist that image sold to the public so freely. I'm fine being seen as a monster. I do what I must, and no I'm not apologetic about it. I won't ask permission to assure my own future.
[One hand dropped to settle on the small of Richard's back again as they walked. It was, perhaps, one of the few times that he admitted to anyone the slanderous rhetoric used against him by those of his world. He had been physically assaulted by those same people too, but he used the paltry system against them when and where he could. He did not, as a rule, defend his own image. He wasn't anyone's favourite person.]
[With his eyes narrowing and lips curling a hint of a smugness, the look Richard gives Silco as the words slip past his tongue is almost sultry. Threat or a promise? Maybe both or neither. The sense of danger brings it's very own kind to sex, raising the intimacy high along with the rush of adrenaline. It is no wonder that Edward used to say that there's nothing quite like a woman in the sheets after escaping death in the heat of battle. But for Richard it had never really been about riding on the waves of leftover adrenaline, but to seek out new thrills of power.
The hand resting against the small of his back pleased Richard and he did make sure to walk in a steady pace, right next to Silco. It was a small and subtle gesture of affection, something that could probably be argued to be brotherly even if it wasn't for the rest of the tension. But Richard could sense a hint of possessiveness behind it, which send small tingling shivers down his spine.
It reminded him of the ways his Kingmaker would walk with him along the empty hallways of the royal palace. A secure and owning hand on his hip, long fingers casually reaching down to brush on his legs as the man would whisper honeyed atrocities to his ear, all while praising him on the same breath.
It wasn't quite the same but still nice. Something almost familiar.]
You gather lot of enemies. [Which, of course, was to be expected. Especially for men like them. Richard, however, wasn't entirely certain if he agreed on Silco's tactic. Keeping up appearances and playing around such accusations were essential, unless one wanted to invite troubles to their way.
.. Which is entirely why he feels like he needs like he should bring up the oddity on the network.]
Is that the reason for masked manifest on the network not too long time ago]
[He decided to clarify that, in case Richard had decided that any bladed weapon would due for this apparent foyer into a dangerous sexual addition. After all, he wanted to keep things personal, and a sword was just so unwieldy in very close quarters. Perhaps it was just a tease, but he wasn't prepared to drop that act at the moment when it seemed that the younger man might also be engaged in such activities in his sex life beyond here. It wasn't as if they had talked about previous partners or anything.
The greenhouse heat and humidity was beginning to feel oppressive, and so he directed them to an area where fresh air was allowed to enter in a controlled fashion. It was a touch cooler there, and it was also close to an exit in case they wanted to step out of the privacy of this place. For now, he was perfectly willing to stay.]
Under normal circumstances, my enemies wouldn't survive. However, here is a little tricky, which is why it is important to create dissonance with the yelling about me. After all, I could care less what most think of me. [It was safer that way; he wasn't looking for love and adoration from everyone. He was confident in what he could do, how he could do it, and that no one was in an actual position to stop him either. He was being careful, of course, but for those he had loyalty, he responded similarly for now.
He immediately knew what Richard was talking about regarding the network, and he shrugged his shoulders.]
An unsanctioned and unfortunate post from someone trying out tactics beyond their comfort zone. It is a shame it is such a public lesson to be learned, but we all make mistakes when we're young. I saw your rebuttal; I assume you had no idea that was my daughter.
Knife is assassin's weapon. Sword king's. Is that what you would prefer?
[Richard counters, teasing right back. Although, he did understand the implication behind Silco's words. Despite his rather limited sexual encounters it wasn't like he was completely unfamiliar with such foreplay. There had been times when the blood had been drawn out during his times with Buckingham -- both from their own actions and from others'.
He allows Silco to guide them around the narrow paths of greenhouse, silently following his lead while observing some of the plants and vegetation from the corner of his eye. Majority of it all remains unknown to him, looking like something described in children's tale. A witch's forest. Yet strangely enough, he could not feel Joan's presence the same way he usually could. It's strangely calming, somehow. He was content with staying in Silco's presence.
He looks quickly up at Silco with questioning eyes before bringing them back to focus on the pavement ahead of them. Richard had assumed that the masked person was linked to Silco in one way or another. After all, the man had mentioned the name Zaun to him before, even if it was just an off-hand comment. And he didn't miss the way he had been absent on the post. But his daughter? Nay, he didn't see that coming. Well, Richard had made his feelings on the matter clear there, so no need to revisit his words.]
She is going to need guidance. [He says, keeping his tone neutral.] She might have fumbled, here, and her following actions will have more weight now.
Knives are intimate, swords are distance. If you desperately want to bring a sword to bed, I don't think I would stop you.
[Despite his tone remaining normal, he was teasing in his own subtle way. They had to learn a give and take with one another, and he was willing to compromise if Richard thought a sword was a more relevant kink. They were only just endeavoring to learn one another's likes and dislikes for as long as this lasted for; whatever they had survived the infection at least which was interesting.
In this particular greenhouse, it was fruit bearing plants and some vegetables where the needs were compatible. He was only just learned more about fruit-bearing trees and growing them, so they were small and budding with small fruits this year. Berries were common of course, easy to grow in hedges or on ground cover. There was a large strawberry patch they had yet to come upon.
Silco had been at the political game of Zaun for a very long time, and he was not willing to associate openly with that post. For one, he wouldn't detract from Jinx's attempt to rally for her cause. For two, he didn't agree with her tactic choice, but he remained supportive of her taking the initiative. He would pull strings behind the scenes and use that as a teachable moment. He didn't doubt that Richard's words had stung, and he didn't for one second hold it against the younger man. Lessons came with harshness sometimes.]
She will have it, yes. This is her first attempt at rallying an entire city; there is still much to learn for her. [Leadership didn't come naturally to Jinx; her demons made it difficult to focus for a long time, and she was too erractic to hold a strong political position for long.] I agree with you. She has made a loud presence which likely won't suit her goals long term. Everyone makes mistakes, but I won't let anything happen to her either. She needs the room to grow.
[He and Richard were likely close to the same page on the matter. However, he did not voice any doubt on Jinx's abilities to learn. They hadn't reached that level of trust where he thought it would be wise.]
I know you wouldn't. [He says, words full of smug confidence. And sure enough! There really isn't much that Silco could prevent him doing if he so wished. The past week should've been enough proof of his skills and strength of determination. Although, despite Silco playing it safe, he wasn't foolish enough to buy into the illusion that the man couldn't bring the heat to match his own. He had seen some of that passion and will of his strength during their intimate moments.
The confirmation earns a small smile from Richard.]
Of course, she will. It is our duties as fathers to direct our children towards the right path when they waver. [Unfortunately, he might not have the best opinion of Jinx -- and well, the clumsy and hubris fueled attempt to grab power didn't do her any favors, but that didn't mean he couldn't have respect for the bond that she and her father shared. He wasn't sure whether he believed in Silco and his cause yet, but it is the moment of like these that makes him like the man and see whether he has what it takes to bring his dream to realization.]
The road won't be kind to her, but I am sure you already know that. She might not aspire admiration or trust yet, but as long she plans her next moves carefully the game isn't completely lost. It would do good for her to lose the mask. People are more likely to stand behind a face they can recognize and look up to. Masks are for tales and fantasies.
Well, even physical relationships need a healthy give and take to them. [Sometimes he felt the need to point out to Richard that there were standards in a relationship that wasn't simply him shoving the younger man down and having his way. He kept his dominance hidden behind experience, but when he decided to be determined, there was quite the thrill. Especially if Richard was also determined.]
Indeed. She has my full support even if I don't agree with her methods. She can't learn and course correct if she doesn't experience feedback. [This was a path that he had hoped that she would take, but he also did not expect her to go the distance with it. Some would follow, but other would refuse not matter what she said.] Do you guide your own son similarly?
[He stopped their walking progress so he could turn Richard towards him.] She has created chaos before this call for action. Though, I am curious what tactic you would take to bring the Chosen together? They are not simply commoners.
[The statement makes Richard raise a confused brow and glance up at the other man.] Naturally. [Some of the previous smugness fades from Richard's face. His voice does stay strong and unwavering despite the spark of uncertainty in his mind. 'What a strange and obvious thing to bring up,' he thinks to himself - silently wondering whether Silco was dissatisfied with their 'arrangement'.]
In time, yes. My son is still mere a small child, too young to understand just how deep the complex nature of politics can go. He still is at the age where child prefers the company of a mother over father. [Not to mention that Anne's boy was no doubt far too kind and meek for the ruthless nature of Richard's world. He did not spend much time with the child, out of fear of the inevitable rejection, but even he could tell that. The boy would eventually receive proper education as a crown prince, that he was certain of, but whether those teachings came from Richard or from a scholar? That was left to be seen.
Richard let's himself to be maneuvered and turned around to face the older man as mulls over the question.
It is a tricky situation. That much is clear. There is no crown, no leader blessed by the divine. The people were versatile with their own strange beliefs, powers and way of workings. It all adds to a difficult equation, but not impossible one. Richard catches himself from wondering just what would his Kingmaker do in situation like this? Just what kind of devilish ploy would his other half come up with.]
I would not set myself above of them at the moment and call myself a leader yet. Instead I would call for comradery, show them that we are all equal. It is foolish to paint oneself as an icon of cause when it is still merely learning to fly. Only when the bond has been established and I have their souls bound to me by loyalty would plant the idea of leadership into their minds. It is important that they are the ones to raise you up as their king, rather than do it yourself. Otherwise you risk dissatisfaction and potential rebellion within the ranks.
[Ah, they were still working on the idea of relationship consent. It was apparently a foreign concept for Richard, and that left him wondering what sort of backwards place the younger man had endured.] Don't do that. Tell me what is on your mind when I speak such things.
[He had been working when he was a child, though nothing particularly difficult. If there was a job to be done, idle hands would be put to use.] Do you keep him to observe your dealings with politics, or those activities stay with his mother? She has her own responsibilities to attend to separate from yours, yes? [They were both learning a lot about where they had come from, and his free, violent, and liberal Zaun was a stark contrast to Richard's seemingly rigid conservative society. A part of him did enjoy defining those restraints.
He stroked his fingers along Richard's jawline, enjoying the smooth skin that held no hint of stubble.
As his fingers touched, he considered Richard's plan, and it was similar to what he would do. Of course, his own reputation would never allow those tactics long terms, but it was sound if allowed room to breathe and develop. Richard likely would be a threat at some point, assuming the younger man wasn't yet another looking to simply return home as quickly as possible.]
Work small in a grassroots manner and build up as you secure loyalty. You still have to prove yourself as a capable leader before you position yourself to be risen up, otherwise you risk your head being taken before you complete your rise. And what would you do to those that won't believe in you or who may rebel regardless of your efforts?
['Don't do what?', the question is on tip of his tongue but he swallows it down before words have a chance to form, deciding against them. Because, despite his confusion, he could tell what Silco meant by that. Buckingham had once or twice scolded him on similar issue. The way how Richard would continue to hold his tongue rather than voice out this thoughts, shutting himself inside his mind. However, the truth simply was that most of time he did not have an answer. Not with his thoughts so often leaving claw marks on the walls inside of his mind as he tried to make sense of the world and himself. Leaving him resorting in staying quiet, just like now with Silco.]
She's my wife. Her duties include overseeing the education of our son and making sure that things run smoothly with our servants and that's it. Ever since my brother's passing I have been needed at the capitol and help support our new king as he prepares to ascend to the throne. I have a retainer to take care of my lands during my absence. [It might sound cold and restricting but that is how things were. It was woman's job to stand by her husband and support him while also provide him a heir. And as far as Richard was concerned, Anne had performed her duty well, especially when one took into consideration the unusual situation and unforgiving limits set by Richard himself.
Richard lifts his chin up a little when the fingers reached to slide along his jaw, providing a better access his features.]
Of course. If one is not able to stand out and prove themselves to be the shepherd among the sheep the plan will fail and burn. The false leader will be fed to wolves. [Despite the grim nature of their talk, Richard found himself enjoying from it. There was something almost reminiscent to it. How many times he and Buckingham had similar secret meetings, away from prying eyes as the plans for deceit and betrayal would pass from their lips to one another.]
There will always be those who'd seek for your destruction once you've obtained the power. It is simply in human nature. In those cases you must be the one holding reigns over the narrative, make your supporters see nothing but your story and reject those who'd try to rebel against it. That way you will have an army behind you as you crush the protesting voices.
[The silence wasn't unexpected, not when he was coming to know how much Richard was an internalized person. This must have been what was like for many who had attempted to get him to open up and speak on matters beyond business and the lifelong goals he had taken on. He didn't like to speak on personal matters. Yet, he didn't press when there was no answer; instead, he stepped in and pressed his lips against Richard's temple, holding the gesture a few seconds.
And then he simply moved on with the conversation. It was somewhat of a strange situation to find himself listening to what it was to have a wife; it sounded like an abstract Piltover. How bored would a woman be maintaining serving staff and providing education to children? For him where family was more of a choice than blood, this was a foreign concept.] So, you have a marriage, but she doesn't have power? Where I'm from that would earn the other being gutted in the streets. It's so... strange to hear that power dynamic exists. Are all women so restricted?
[Perhaps this was yet another reason for Richard to hide his differences. He had come to understand that a body type like that had earned the younger man the label of demon, and from a deeply religious society, that was problematic. It was no wonder he found Richard so attractive; that kind of adversity and secrecy built character (even if it was the wrong kind).] Agreed. Respect and fear are perhaps balances to power; people have to think you can elevate them with out or destroy them along the way if they do not perform as you expect of yourself and them.
[His hands slid down the front of Richard's body before he grasped one of the younger man's hands.] I have contingencies for those destructive tendencies. I have what the people need to succeed, to feel powerful when all their lives they have been made to feel weak and unwanted, to make other people afraid. [He tugged Richard's hand and took them around an aisle with large growing fruit trees until they came upon the wide and expansive strawberry patch.]
[Well, if it was in Silco's intentions to clear the muddled water in Richard's mind he certainly did not succeed. The kiss against his temple only manages to confuse him further. But he continues not to say anything, allowing the small gestures of affection play out as the other man's touch keeps wandering on his body.]
As a high-born lady she is spared from any physically taxing or otherwise hard work. Free to enjoy from the luxuries presented to her. ['Like a songbird in a cage,' Richard knows that's what it truly means to be a woman of high class in their world. If his parents had decided to cut off the proof of the manhood from his body and raised him as girl instead, he's sure his life would be just that. Quiet and calm. Tied to the man placed in front of him. Richard did not often spare much thought to Anne or her son, accepting their presence just as something that was there. Something that he required as man, simple as that. And yet... it would be a lie to say that he did not see the sad, oppressive cloud over Anne's mind whenever their eyes would meet. ] They might not have the same power as men do. But are not without their own wits or worth. More often than not, it is women that men go war for.
[Such case had been with his brother when he had decided to marry Elizabeth Woodville. A woman, who hid taste for politics, power and corruption behind her beautiful, serene smile. She might never posses the same might as The King does, but as a mother Queen, blessed by the God, she did hold her own power.]
So, you make yourself the necessarily evil. Binding people to you by force as they can't live without you. [It's not a bad tactic, although not necessarily one that Richard would utilize himself. After all, he had found out that aside from fear, love was strong motivator for people. They'd rather stand by a person whom they loved than feared.] Heh, there is someone I know who you would no doubt find interesting to meet.
[A meeting between Silco and Buckingham? Something that he can't picture to go too well, considering their egos, ambitions and temperaments. But it would definitely be interesting to bear a witness to.
Richard continues to walk when prompted, perfectly content to let Silco take the lead on this little leisure walk of theirs through the greenhouse. However, once the sight of very familiar plant enters to Richard's vision his eyes light up a little.] I did not know they would grow here as well.
Edited (so many typos wao) Date: 2024-08-06 02:24 pm (UTC)
So your woman is an accessory on your arm, meant to be brought out for special occasions to impress but otherwise, kept out of the way. [Silco had read enough history books to know that some societies were structured that way, and it was a fact that he hadn't been able to comprehend in comparison to his own society. Yes, he understood the act of possessiveness, of imagined property rights of another person, but this might be the first time he met someone who lived with such confining restrictions.] Men often go to war for whatever reason they think will allow them some measure of justification. What happens to women who don't allow themselves to be so confined to such restrictions?
[He had no doubt there was a way for a woman to maneuver in such a society, but he expected that consequences were as harsh in them as they had been in some of the books. He was again reminded of how close to perfect Zaun was, where men and women could explore their worth in whatever means they deemed necessary and the few loose rules were enforced with often brutal efficiency. If someone insulted you, you dealt with them or paid someone else to do it.
Silco hummed in acknowledgement.] Where I'm from, love can be paid for by the hour. I don't exactly carrying the bearing, appearance or attitude for someone who can be loved, so I lead with my strengths. [That's all he could do, and it had worked out for him very well in Zaun. It also wasn't doing that badly for him here in Aldrip either. There had to be a mix of give and take though; a tyrant would be displaced immediately, especially by this lot.] And who is this person that you speak of?
[He had seen that Richard had taken to the strawberry drink that he had offered on the Last Drop's opening. He had a hunch that the younger man enjoyed the red fruits.] Greenhouses allow for excellent growing conditions of most plants. You're free to pick a few if you would like to enjoy them.
[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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Date: 2024-07-28 08:47 pm (UTC)Richard allows himself to be pushed against the tree, his own hands sliding up to Silco's front. Palms pressed flat against the collar of his vest. There's a faint rosy hue on his cheekbones as he could feel the warmth return to his body under Silco's hands.]
It's much easier to move. [He admits, satisfied with the answer. It's definitely easier to move and much more than that. Despite the pressure on his chest he feels like he can finally breathe properly, without having to deal with feeling of his ribs being crushed and the pain on his back. He felt free.] Thank you.
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Date: 2024-07-28 08:57 pm (UTC)Of course, should he be spurned or his trust broken, he would make every effort to grind Richard into the dirt. It would be interesting as he had gained the sense Richard would reply in kind, and that was exciting. Vander had never come after him and mostly hoped he would die or stay hidden. Richard would come for him, and he Richard.
He brought their foreheads back together after the most and his hands remained under Richard's shirt, stroking lightly and not yet pushing for anything further. For him, sex was not his go-to. He was still working on his personal habit of offering physical affection, and it was touch and go. Today was a good day.]
Good. Training should be easier, as should beheading those that cross you. [He personally was used to such violence, and it didn't bother him.] Is this what you originally wanted to meet with me about? [Did you just want to see me?]
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Date: 2024-07-28 10:54 pm (UTC)He leans his back against the tree, carefully pulling Silco from his vest closer]
You watched me, then. [It's not an accusation but a statement. Richard had finished few of his targets by decapitation and placing the heads on the spike. A humiliation after defeat, reserved to those who he had hated or envied the most. The king Saralegui and knight Argenti. Others? He had been more straightforward with, sinking his steel in the body.. And then there had been the poor, poor Charles.
Having audience didn't necessarily bother him, even though he wasn't particularly proud of some of his actions. Like chopping of locks of hair off his targets and so on. But he was a king, wasn't he? And public executions had always been part of king's duty.]
No, it wasn't. [Richard opens his eyes and looks up at Silco. There was matters that he wished to talk with the man, yes. Like the manifest for Zaun posted on the network by the masked individual. Among many other things but that wasn't completely it. Like with Buckingham and Catesby, Richard simply preferred company of those who shared his secret. And so far, Silco stayed as his only confidant and the one he could truly be himself. ] It would have been rude to visit your business without seeking you out.
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Date: 2024-07-28 11:02 pm (UTC)He stepped in at the pull, and he lightly pressed their fronts together. He moved his hands to slide around to Richard's sides in order to continue caressing skin, and it was a simple accommodation. Anyone looking in might think he look strange standing so close to a tree, but he would leave them to their questions.
He nodded his head, accepting the answer without personal offense.] Considering how many businesses I own, there is always a chance I'm not at a particular one when you drop in. It is pleasant to see you. [Of course, Richard had called to give him a heads up of the location so they could meet, which was more than he should expect. It was just sex after all.] And have you come for another gift of a white rose then? Or some other necessity today?
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Date: 2024-07-29 01:35 pm (UTC)Richard bend his knee forward to press it against Silco's leg. Despite his rather compromising position, being caged between a tree and the bigger body, with hands still rummaging around his torso and chest - Richard wanted to remind the other man that he still was in charge of this dance.] And yet. Even with your busy schedule you made your way here. ['you wanted to see me,' the true meaning behind his statement.] Nay, this time I shall leave with red rose with me.
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Date: 2024-07-29 01:41 pm (UTC)Silco was amused by the knee pressed to his leg, and he wondered how much of a temptress Richard had to be back home. He was no so easily swayed from his position of power, but neither was he interested in asserting it here at the moment. It wasn't deference so much of a lack of interest of playing that game currently. He dug his nails into Richard's sides.] You called. I saw fit to see you because I enjoy your company, and there are very few that fit into that box. [He did want to see Richard; he would not deny it. In fact, it was better to dispel the implication with truth.] I see. I assume a red rose has particular meaning for your purpose?
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Date: 2024-07-30 11:37 am (UTC)Richard holds back a sound when the nails press against him, forcing himself to stay relaxed and fighting his body's learned reaction.] Such a honor to fit such tight criteria and make it to your favor. [He hums a laughter, corners of his lips curling up into a small, sneering smile. Richard moves his hand up from Silco's chest, gloved fingers pressing lightly on the small spot where his neck is visible, feeling the pulse point.] When you unintentionally offend someone it is beneficial to mend the bond before it is cut off completely. The person I have in mind is fond of the red flowers.
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Date: 2024-07-30 01:16 pm (UTC)You should consider it such, yes. I don't make it a habit to let people close, and you don't seem the sort to do so either. [His hands slid around to the small of Richard's back in a gesture of a hug while still adding with the stroke of his fingers. Yet, his neck tightened and his chin drew up fractionally before he caught the reaction and smoothed it out again.] I've been told that a verbal apology also works for those you offend without a gift. We usually use money or a resource they need in our apologies, though... these days I can't say I've been particularly apologetic for anything.
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Date: 2024-07-30 03:46 pm (UTC)And yet. He did trust Silco. More than anyone else in this forsaken world. Otherwise he would have cut off those hands the moment they made a gesture towards him let alone take him to bed and lay with him. But he also trusted in Silco's darkness, knowing better than to let him too deep into his heart and secrets.
The air in the greenhouse was hot and humid, thick with moisture. Yet none of that stopped him from leaning forward, pressing his body against Silco's when the arm slips to support his back.] That is true, yes. I also happen to prefer your company.
[As should be obvious from their previous dealings. Richard slides his long, narrow fingers up along Silco's neck, stopping to touch his jawline.] Verbal apology alone can go far, yes. But when you wish to reach out to someone's heart you ought to speak their language and make it personal. Show them that you care. [Even when you don't. Yet, Richard knows it's far too early for him to make enemies in this place, especially considering that he didn't exactly have a big number of followers here.]
Not for anything at all? That is fortunate position to be in.
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Date: 2024-07-31 03:19 am (UTC)[He had thought that curiosity that they had started with would leave after falling into bed together. Yet, he found himself guessing about so much of Richard, and he enjoyed being engaged in such a way. Perhaps they would show a little more of their monstrous natures and he wondered if they would enjoy it or despise it.
He allowed Richard's fingers along his neck and at his jaw, aware the younger man could hurt him if it was desired.] The fact is that I very rarely care. Caring can be lethal, and I've experienced that personally. Loyalty doesn't require care, especially if our goals are the same. Give and take loyalty equally.
[He kept his business dealings his primarily objective, seeking to control this place and potentially the Chosen through the economy. It was a long game.
His fingers dipped down to the top of Richard's trousers, stroking beneath the waistband without hinting that he was looking to get those clothes off. He was simply exploring and enjoying their closeness.]
Why would I apologize for being who I am? My actions are for purpose.
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Date: 2024-07-31 01:54 pm (UTC)His finger tips slid along Silco's jawline, feeling the hotness of the skin. He stops at his chin, grabbing it lightly between his fingers and pulls. Richard then cranes his own neck up, bringing his lips to ghost over Silco's. Teasing a kiss.]
It's all about keeping appearances. [An act of deceit. While Richard believed in the power of fear, he did find love and trust to be more lasting motivators for support. Then, not wanting to get too drunk on the heat of moment Richard pulls away, stepping out of their small embrace.]
Let us continue the walk.
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Date: 2024-07-31 05:22 pm (UTC)His blue eye half closed at the tease of lips, and his arms tightened momentarily. He could see how many who earned this side of Richard would be confused and tempted at the same time. And why not? That body was such a delicate mix of both, and it was alluring. Now that he knew what was held under those clothes, he found the younger man rather physically attractive.
He released his grip when Richard eased away from him, and he plucked at the collar of his shirt as the heat caused the beginnings of a light sheen of sweat.]
Ah but you see it doesn't matter here. There were two and now three people from my world who are very outspoken about how monstrous I am, and who will interfere with my dealings or take things from me if they knew of them. Keeping up appearances for me is simply creating a distortion of their loud cries. Killing them isn't an option for me, so I give jobs to anyone and everyone to twist that image sold to the public so freely. I'm fine being seen as a monster. I do what I must, and no I'm not apologetic about it. I won't ask permission to assure my own future.
[One hand dropped to settle on the small of Richard's back again as they walked. It was, perhaps, one of the few times that he admitted to anyone the slanderous rhetoric used against him by those of his world. He had been physically assaulted by those same people too, but he used the paltry system against them when and where he could. He did not, as a rule, defend his own image. He wasn't anyone's favourite person.]
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Date: 2024-08-02 01:03 am (UTC)[With his eyes narrowing and lips curling a hint of a smugness, the look Richard gives Silco as the words slip past his tongue is almost sultry. Threat or a promise? Maybe both or neither. The sense of danger brings it's very own kind to sex, raising the intimacy high along with the rush of adrenaline. It is no wonder that Edward used to say that there's nothing quite like a woman in the sheets after escaping death in the heat of battle. But for Richard it had never really been about riding on the waves of leftover adrenaline, but to seek out new thrills of power.
The hand resting against the small of his back pleased Richard and he did make sure to walk in a steady pace, right next to Silco. It was a small and subtle gesture of affection, something that could probably be argued to be brotherly even if it wasn't for the rest of the tension. But Richard could sense a hint of possessiveness behind it, which send small tingling shivers down his spine.
It reminded him of the ways his Kingmaker would walk with him along the empty hallways of the royal palace. A secure and owning hand on his hip, long fingers casually reaching down to brush on his legs as the man would whisper honeyed atrocities to his ear, all while praising him on the same breath.
It wasn't quite the same but still nice. Something almost familiar.]
You gather lot of enemies. [Which, of course, was to be expected. Especially for men like them. Richard, however, wasn't entirely certain if he agreed on Silco's tactic. Keeping up appearances and playing around such accusations were essential, unless one wanted to invite troubles to their way.
.. Which is entirely why he feels like he needs like he should bring up the oddity on the network.]
Is that the reason for masked manifest on the network not too long time ago]
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Date: 2024-08-02 01:18 pm (UTC)[He decided to clarify that, in case Richard had decided that any bladed weapon would due for this apparent foyer into a dangerous sexual addition. After all, he wanted to keep things personal, and a sword was just so unwieldy in very close quarters. Perhaps it was just a tease, but he wasn't prepared to drop that act at the moment when it seemed that the younger man might also be engaged in such activities in his sex life beyond here. It wasn't as if they had talked about previous partners or anything.
The greenhouse heat and humidity was beginning to feel oppressive, and so he directed them to an area where fresh air was allowed to enter in a controlled fashion. It was a touch cooler there, and it was also close to an exit in case they wanted to step out of the privacy of this place. For now, he was perfectly willing to stay.]
Under normal circumstances, my enemies wouldn't survive. However, here is a little tricky, which is why it is important to create dissonance with the yelling about me. After all, I could care less what most think of me. [It was safer that way; he wasn't looking for love and adoration from everyone. He was confident in what he could do, how he could do it, and that no one was in an actual position to stop him either. He was being careful, of course, but for those he had loyalty, he responded similarly for now.
He immediately knew what Richard was talking about regarding the network, and he shrugged his shoulders.]
An unsanctioned and unfortunate post from someone trying out tactics beyond their comfort zone. It is a shame it is such a public lesson to be learned, but we all make mistakes when we're young. I saw your rebuttal; I assume you had no idea that was my daughter.
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Date: 2024-08-03 12:25 am (UTC)[Richard counters, teasing right back. Although, he did understand the implication behind Silco's words. Despite his rather limited sexual encounters it wasn't like he was completely unfamiliar with such foreplay. There had been times when the blood had been drawn out during his times with Buckingham -- both from their own actions and from others'.
He allows Silco to guide them around the narrow paths of greenhouse, silently following his lead while observing some of the plants and vegetation from the corner of his eye. Majority of it all remains unknown to him, looking like something described in children's tale. A witch's forest. Yet strangely enough, he could not feel Joan's presence the same way he usually could. It's strangely calming, somehow. He was content with staying in Silco's presence.
He looks quickly up at Silco with questioning eyes before bringing them back to focus on the pavement ahead of them. Richard had assumed that the masked person was linked to Silco in one way or another. After all, the man had mentioned the name Zaun to him before, even if it was just an off-hand comment. And he didn't miss the way he had been absent on the post. But his daughter? Nay, he didn't see that coming. Well, Richard had made his feelings on the matter clear there, so no need to revisit his words.]
She is going to need guidance. [He says, keeping his tone neutral.] She might have fumbled, here, and her following actions will have more weight now.
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Date: 2024-08-03 03:01 am (UTC)[Despite his tone remaining normal, he was teasing in his own subtle way. They had to learn a give and take with one another, and he was willing to compromise if Richard thought a sword was a more relevant kink. They were only just endeavoring to learn one another's likes and dislikes for as long as this lasted for; whatever they had survived the infection at least which was interesting.
In this particular greenhouse, it was fruit bearing plants and some vegetables where the needs were compatible. He was only just learned more about fruit-bearing trees and growing them, so they were small and budding with small fruits this year. Berries were common of course, easy to grow in hedges or on ground cover. There was a large strawberry patch they had yet to come upon.
Silco had been at the political game of Zaun for a very long time, and he was not willing to associate openly with that post. For one, he wouldn't detract from Jinx's attempt to rally for her cause. For two, he didn't agree with her tactic choice, but he remained supportive of her taking the initiative. He would pull strings behind the scenes and use that as a teachable moment. He didn't doubt that Richard's words had stung, and he didn't for one second hold it against the younger man. Lessons came with harshness sometimes.]
She will have it, yes. This is her first attempt at rallying an entire city; there is still much to learn for her. [Leadership didn't come naturally to Jinx; her demons made it difficult to focus for a long time, and she was too erractic to hold a strong political position for long.] I agree with you. She has made a loud presence which likely won't suit her goals long term. Everyone makes mistakes, but I won't let anything happen to her either. She needs the room to grow.
[He and Richard were likely close to the same page on the matter. However, he did not voice any doubt on Jinx's abilities to learn. They hadn't reached that level of trust where he thought it would be wise.]
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Date: 2024-08-03 05:33 pm (UTC)The confirmation earns a small smile from Richard.]
Of course, she will. It is our duties as fathers to direct our children towards the right path when they waver. [Unfortunately, he might not have the best opinion of Jinx -- and well, the clumsy and hubris fueled attempt to grab power didn't do her any favors, but that didn't mean he couldn't have respect for the bond that she and her father shared. He wasn't sure whether he believed in Silco and his cause yet, but it is the moment of like these that makes him like the man and see whether he has what it takes to bring his dream to realization.]
The road won't be kind to her, but I am sure you already know that. She might not aspire admiration or trust yet, but as long she plans her next moves carefully the game isn't completely lost. It would do good for her to lose the mask. People are more likely to stand behind a face they can recognize and look up to. Masks are for tales and fantasies.
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Date: 2024-08-04 12:33 am (UTC)Indeed. She has my full support even if I don't agree with her methods. She can't learn and course correct if she doesn't experience feedback. [This was a path that he had hoped that she would take, but he also did not expect her to go the distance with it. Some would follow, but other would refuse not matter what she said.] Do you guide your own son similarly?
[He stopped their walking progress so he could turn Richard towards him.] She has created chaos before this call for action. Though, I am curious what tactic you would take to bring the Chosen together? They are not simply commoners.
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Date: 2024-08-05 05:14 pm (UTC)In time, yes. My son is still mere a small child, too young to understand just how deep the complex nature of politics can go. He still is at the age where child prefers the company of a mother over father. [Not to mention that Anne's boy was no doubt far too kind and meek for the ruthless nature of Richard's world. He did not spend much time with the child, out of fear of the inevitable rejection, but even he could tell that. The boy would eventually receive proper education as a crown prince, that he was certain of, but whether those teachings came from Richard or from a scholar? That was left to be seen.
Richard let's himself to be maneuvered and turned around to face the older man as mulls over the question.
It is a tricky situation. That much is clear. There is no crown, no leader blessed by the divine. The people were versatile with their own strange beliefs, powers and way of workings. It all adds to a difficult equation, but not impossible one. Richard catches himself from wondering just what would his Kingmaker do in situation like this? Just what kind of devilish ploy would his other half come up with.]
I would not set myself above of them at the moment and call myself a leader yet. Instead I would call for comradery, show them that we are all equal. It is foolish to paint oneself as an icon of cause when it is still merely learning to fly. Only when the bond has been established and I have their souls bound to me by loyalty would plant the idea of leadership into their minds. It is important that they are the ones to raise you up as their king, rather than do it yourself. Otherwise you risk dissatisfaction and potential rebellion within the ranks.
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Date: 2024-08-05 09:11 pm (UTC)[He had been working when he was a child, though nothing particularly difficult. If there was a job to be done, idle hands would be put to use.] Do you keep him to observe your dealings with politics, or those activities stay with his mother? She has her own responsibilities to attend to separate from yours, yes? [They were both learning a lot about where they had come from, and his free, violent, and liberal Zaun was a stark contrast to Richard's seemingly rigid conservative society. A part of him did enjoy defining those restraints.
He stroked his fingers along Richard's jawline, enjoying the smooth skin that held no hint of stubble.
As his fingers touched, he considered Richard's plan, and it was similar to what he would do. Of course, his own reputation would never allow those tactics long terms, but it was sound if allowed room to breathe and develop. Richard likely would be a threat at some point, assuming the younger man wasn't yet another looking to simply return home as quickly as possible.]
Work small in a grassroots manner and build up as you secure loyalty. You still have to prove yourself as a capable leader before you position yourself to be risen up, otherwise you risk your head being taken before you complete your rise. And what would you do to those that won't believe in you or who may rebel regardless of your efforts?
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Date: 2024-08-06 12:53 am (UTC)She's my wife. Her duties include overseeing the education of our son and making sure that things run smoothly with our servants and that's it. Ever since my brother's passing I have been needed at the capitol and help support our new king as he prepares to ascend to the throne. I have a retainer to take care of my lands during my absence. [It might sound cold and restricting but that is how things were. It was woman's job to stand by her husband and support him while also provide him a heir. And as far as Richard was concerned, Anne had performed her duty well, especially when one took into consideration the unusual situation and unforgiving limits set by Richard himself.
Richard lifts his chin up a little when the fingers reached to slide along his jaw, providing a better access his features.]
Of course. If one is not able to stand out and prove themselves to be the shepherd among the sheep the plan will fail and burn. The false leader will be fed to wolves. [Despite the grim nature of their talk, Richard found himself enjoying from it. There was something almost reminiscent to it. How many times he and Buckingham had similar secret meetings, away from prying eyes as the plans for deceit and betrayal would pass from their lips to one another.]
There will always be those who'd seek for your destruction once you've obtained the power. It is simply in human nature. In those cases you must be the one holding reigns over the narrative, make your supporters see nothing but your story and reject those who'd try to rebel against it. That way you will have an army behind you as you crush the protesting voices.
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Date: 2024-08-06 01:13 am (UTC)And then he simply moved on with the conversation. It was somewhat of a strange situation to find himself listening to what it was to have a wife; it sounded like an abstract Piltover. How bored would a woman be maintaining serving staff and providing education to children? For him where family was more of a choice than blood, this was a foreign concept.] So, you have a marriage, but she doesn't have power? Where I'm from that would earn the other being gutted in the streets. It's so... strange to hear that power dynamic exists. Are all women so restricted?
[Perhaps this was yet another reason for Richard to hide his differences. He had come to understand that a body type like that had earned the younger man the label of demon, and from a deeply religious society, that was problematic. It was no wonder he found Richard so attractive; that kind of adversity and secrecy built character (even if it was the wrong kind).] Agreed. Respect and fear are perhaps balances to power; people have to think you can elevate them with out or destroy them along the way if they do not perform as you expect of yourself and them.
[His hands slid down the front of Richard's body before he grasped one of the younger man's hands.] I have contingencies for those destructive tendencies. I have what the people need to succeed, to feel powerful when all their lives they have been made to feel weak and unwanted, to make other people afraid. [He tugged Richard's hand and took them around an aisle with large growing fruit trees until they came upon the wide and expansive strawberry patch.]
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Date: 2024-08-06 02:01 pm (UTC)As a high-born lady she is spared from any physically taxing or otherwise hard work. Free to enjoy from the luxuries presented to her. ['Like a songbird in a cage,' Richard knows that's what it truly means to be a woman of high class in their world. If his parents had decided to cut off the proof of the manhood from his body and raised him as girl instead, he's sure his life would be just that. Quiet and calm. Tied to the man placed in front of him. Richard did not often spare much thought to Anne or her son, accepting their presence just as something that was there. Something that he required as man, simple as that. And yet... it would be a lie to say that he did not see the sad, oppressive cloud over Anne's mind whenever their eyes would meet. ] They might not have the same power as men do. But are not without their own wits or worth. More often than not, it is women that men go war for.
[Such case had been with his brother when he had decided to marry Elizabeth Woodville. A woman, who hid taste for politics, power and corruption behind her beautiful, serene smile. She might never posses the same might as The King does, but as a mother Queen, blessed by the God, she did hold her own power.]
So, you make yourself the necessarily evil. Binding people to you by force as they can't live without you. [It's not a bad tactic, although not necessarily one that Richard would utilize himself. After all, he had found out that aside from fear, love was strong motivator for people. They'd rather stand by a person whom they loved than feared.] Heh, there is someone I know who you would no doubt find interesting to meet.
[A meeting between Silco and Buckingham? Something that he can't picture to go too well, considering their egos, ambitions and temperaments. But it would definitely be interesting to bear a witness to.
Richard continues to walk when prompted, perfectly content to let Silco take the lead on this little leisure walk of theirs through the greenhouse. However, once the sight of very familiar plant enters to Richard's vision his eyes light up a little.] I did not know they would grow here as well.
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Date: 2024-08-07 01:15 pm (UTC)[He had no doubt there was a way for a woman to maneuver in such a society, but he expected that consequences were as harsh in them as they had been in some of the books. He was again reminded of how close to perfect Zaun was, where men and women could explore their worth in whatever means they deemed necessary and the few loose rules were enforced with often brutal efficiency. If someone insulted you, you dealt with them or paid someone else to do it.
Silco hummed in acknowledgement.] Where I'm from, love can be paid for by the hour. I don't exactly carrying the bearing, appearance or attitude for someone who can be loved, so I lead with my strengths. [That's all he could do, and it had worked out for him very well in Zaun. It also wasn't doing that badly for him here in Aldrip either. There had to be a mix of give and take though; a tyrant would be displaced immediately, especially by this lot.] And who is this person that you speak of?
[He had seen that Richard had taken to the strawberry drink that he had offered on the Last Drop's opening. He had a hunch that the younger man enjoyed the red fruits.] Greenhouses allow for excellent growing conditions of most plants. You're free to pick a few if you would like to enjoy them.
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Date: 2024-08-07 10:36 pm (UTC)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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