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[ he can't help the instinctual flinch as richard's anger sparks in a visible way, if only for a moment — his shoulders hunch down again, and he looks down, sounds embarrassed when he says, ]

Didn't really have anything to tell, did I? My history grade was barely above passing. [ somehow, admitting this feels terrible, when it's to someone to whom these matters aren't something from the pages of history books, but real life. ] That he was a king, and probably killed some people, and died. Maybe on the battlefield, or was deposed, I can't even remember that.

[ he shrugs, looks up at richard again, almost cautiously. ] That's all I told him. I mean, better he'd be asking you if he wanted to know more, yeah?

[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.

Edited 2024-12-25 23:49 (UTC)

[ the way he exhales, relieved, when told he's not said something he shouldn't have is obvious — almost painfully so, and he finally lifts his gaze to look at richard, determined to absorb every word now, to know what actually happened in his life. ]

Oh. So he killed someone important to you. [ something hard flashes in his eyes, then, dark anger that he rarely lets show; luckily, what follows makes it burn a little less bright, knowing that in that sense, justice was served. ]

I'm glad you got your revenge. [ and he means it; he may not believe in it for himself, but for those he cares about? yeah, the bad people should be brought to justice, somehow. and in a time when a court would hardly do the job... well.

then, with a quiet, determined voice, ] I promise I won't tell anyone.

[Richard observed Charles reaction to his confession. He managed to catch the glimpse of the darkness, one that he had not seen reflected on the youth's eyes before. And that's when he could not hold back a smile forming to his lips as he felt, perhaps for the first time ever, genuinely proud of Charles. Yes. He truly was his subject. Their souls were together, after all.]

Thank you, Charles. I promise I will never forget the loyalty and friendship you have offered to me here tonight by promising to safeguard this dark secret.

[The death of previous king Henry the Sixth had been clouded in a mystery for years. The public, of course, had spread the whispers about what truly had occurred, often looking culprit among Plantagenet family. Hadn't there been a rumor spreading within the streets of London? That it was Richard who had killed the last Lancaster king -- that he would kill even a God if He chose to be his enemy.

Charles was now the third person who Richard shared the truth with. First one had been the Duke of Buckingham and second Silco. All three men allowed to have glimpse to the dark secrets, while still being denied the most important part. Yes, Richard had killed Henry. But he, too, had died that night in the chapel. It was then when he had made the decision never to open himself to another person ever again, never to be fooled by the kindness of others. Never to hope ever again.

And yet.. He was here again.]

Now.. As for 'my relationship.' It is hardly what you are implying here, Charles. You are correct to assume that Silco is not a man who will express kindness or genuine interest in others outside of his daughter. The man holds no affection of any kind towards me. We have merely done business together. And I do believe that it is in his intent to benefit from my current wealth and position in this city. Any inquiry towards my person or past are not to be trusted.

Do not let him fool you, Charles.

Edited 2025-01-06 00:14 (UTC)

[ funnily enough, as charles smiles back, he has no idea it is the part of him he most strives to keep hidden and under control that is making richard smile at him — that it's the propensity for open rage that richard is proud of, the part that charles himself hates the most about himself.

as richard shifts topics, he tilts his head, listens — but does he believe him? he certainly speaks with confidence... and there must be some truth to what he is saying. charles does believe that much. but whether it's all true? no, jinx had been very clear in her words; there was something there, certainly. but perhaps it was as richard was painting it: ambition, convenience, something else than a genuine connection built on love and respect.

you deserve better, charles thinks, and simply nods. ]

Right — tell him nothing, got it.

[In truth the relationship between him and the other man was far more complicated than what Richard was letting on. Now while he would not go as far as call it love there was undeniable trust and respect that he felt towards Silco -- something that had blossomed very quickly into intimacy after their initial meeting. It had been a bit of a wonder how things had escalated the way they had, how both of these very guarded men had been able to let another soul slip past the defenses.

Richard, of course, believed it to be because they had immediately recognized each other for what they were. Dangerous and violent monsters, full of bottomless ambition and desire for fight. And it was because of that he refused to believe that there would ever be anything true between them. Monsters could only get along so long before lashing out at one another.]

I am not telling you not to talk to him. I do think that despite everything he is doing a good work here in Aldrip and I do respect him. I am also a father, after all. And if he, or anyone else, shows similar intrigue towards me I fully expect you to inform me of them. That is what friends do, is that not right?

[Then, he adds, almost as an afterthought:] Just like I expect you to know better than to listen misleading the voices that would have you to question the honor of your king.

Yeah, course. [ he agrees easily — yes, he's learned his lesson from this, if anyone else comes asking questions about richard, he's just not going to engage. that's the best course of action, there.

though, that afterthought... he could just say nothing. but he has to try, with a soft smile, ]

You know I'd never question your honour, right? And for what it's worth... even if it was true, it wouldn't do that. Make you any less honourable, I mean. Having a relationship, whoever it's with... I'll never think any less of you, yeah?

[Honestly? A smart decision, Charles.

But oh? There is a brief moment when the expression on Richard's face betrays him, reflecting some of the confusion that is residing in his mind. 'I'll never think any less of you.' Really now? Charles would be willing to embrace and accept him even as he sullied the promise he had given to his wife in front of God? How interesting. He can't help but wonder just how much of darkness within him the ghost would be able to take before he'd turn on his heel and flee. Or would he truly be able to stand by his side no matter what?

But the moment passes in less than a beat as Richard schools his expression back to normal, summoning his usual controlled composition.]

To think that you would be willing to accept me even if I were to turn my back against the God... Truly, your loyalty to crown leaves me humbled, Charles.

Loyalty to you, [ he corrects, because that is what it is, in the end — it's got nothing to do with the crown, but richard himself. to him, it doesn't really matter if richard is the king or not; he's promised to stand by him, and he's going to do just that.

of course, he now knows better than to try and say anything about the part about richard not being his king. ]

Right, [ he says, feeling finally like the atmosphere in the room isn't quite so... intense, ] Put me to work, yeah? I'll help with whatever you need.

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