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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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