[He had avenged his father, Richard supposes. Along with ensuring the safety of the York throne by suffocating the last Lancaster light. It had all came with heavy personal price. But then again, what other choice did he have? As long as they were who they were there couldn't possibly be anything else than blood between them.
Once he's done with the soap Richard steps back in the shower. He gives the older man a quick, questioning look before he begins to rinse himself. Richard can tell that he is dodging the question, mirroring his own avoidance from before. But there was something very defeatist behind his words that settled badly with Richard.]
I will not let a young girl to sway me nor come between me and what I desire. [He says, pushing his hair off his face, the mismatched eyes looking up at Silco.] I know what I want. What about you?
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Once he's done with the soap Richard steps back in the shower. He gives the older man a quick, questioning look before he begins to rinse himself. Richard can tell that he is dodging the question, mirroring his own avoidance from before. But there was something very defeatist behind his words that settled badly with Richard.]
I will not let a young girl to sway me nor come between me and what I desire. [He says, pushing his hair off his face, the mismatched eyes looking up at Silco.] I know what I want. What about you?