[Richard exhales deeply through his nostrils, some of the tension evaporating from his body. Fine. This is fine. Charles hadn't let anything damned to slip pat his lips. That's good, he can still keep all these strings in his hands.
He let's a quick moment pass between them before he says anything, observing Charles' body language. The ghost looked thoroughly spooked, like a naughty child who got caught red-handed stealing candy from the jar. Well.. He supposes that was good way to describe the current situation. ]
That is correct, Charles. You have not misspoken nor betrayed me with your words. [He says, forcing softness to his voice - hoping it soothe Charles' anxiety.] Henry the Sixth was the mad king who my family rallied against. My noble father brought storm to his doorstep and vowed to take down the false king. Henry had my father killed for it. Me and my brothers swore an oath to avenge him. We fought and brought our father's wish to completion, bringing the crown to York.
[As for his death? Hm, Richard wonders for a moment but then he leans his head forward, lowering his voice.] What I am going to tell you next carries an important weight, Charles. A secret that you shall not share with any other soul, be they living or dead. This shall be sign of my trust.
Henry the Sixth did not die in the battlefield. Nay. He died in all secrecy, weeping unsightly in the darkness of London Tower, praying for God to save him. I know this because it was me who killed him. My brother, his majesty Edward the fourth tasked me with this important mission. It was necessary act, one that needed to be done so that our nation could finally move on from the horrors of the war of the roses.
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He let's a quick moment pass between them before he says anything, observing Charles' body language. The ghost looked thoroughly spooked, like a naughty child who got caught red-handed stealing candy from the jar. Well.. He supposes that was good way to describe the current situation. ]
That is correct, Charles. You have not misspoken nor betrayed me with your words. [He says, forcing softness to his voice - hoping it soothe Charles' anxiety.] Henry the Sixth was the mad king who my family rallied against. My noble father brought storm to his doorstep and vowed to take down the false king. Henry had my father killed for it. Me and my brothers swore an oath to avenge him. We fought and brought our father's wish to completion, bringing the crown to York.
[As for his death? Hm, Richard wonders for a moment but then he leans his head forward, lowering his voice.] What I am going to tell you next carries an important weight, Charles. A secret that you shall not share with any other soul, be they living or dead. This shall be sign of my trust.
Henry the Sixth did not die in the battlefield. Nay. He died in all secrecy, weeping unsightly in the darkness of London Tower, praying for God to save him. I know this because it was me who killed him. My brother, his majesty Edward the fourth tasked me with this important mission. It was necessary act, one that needed to be done so that our nation could finally move on from the horrors of the war of the roses.