[Well, Richard is a Plantagenet after all. A lineage full of cunning and bloodthirsty leaders, not shying away from showcasing anger and brutality. George and Edward had it in them too, but their anger could not hold a candle to Richard's rage fueled by lifelong hurt.]

If I were to discover another sleeping in my wife's bed it would very well be in my rights to plunge a knife into him. Marriage is not a joke to us either. [He states, feeling a need to defend his own world and culture, not wanting to leave any room for doubt for disloyalty or dishonor. Marriage was a sacred bond, something that no lover should be able to disturb. In normal situations, at least. Although, there was nothing normal about Richard's own circumstances and marriage with Anne.

And it was that abnormality that allowed him to be involved in this secret between him and Silco. They were both men who carried darkness with them that set them apart from most of the rest, something that made them just a little bit more like monsters than men. Being aware of what to show and what to keep under discretion was essential for their survival, so keeping this... affair, if one wanted to call it that, in secrecy aligned perfectly with that line of thought. Even in a city of sinners like this one, it only felt natural to stay quiet about their involvement. After all, what they did was no one else's business but theirs.

There is a brief pause while Richard remains mute, lips sealed shut as he tried to tamper down his anger. The tension builds up around his shoulders and Richard curls his fingers around the edges of the blanket. Does he want to deal with Jinx? Quite frankly no. Not if it is going to be like this.]

And? Does she wish us to make a similar humiliating announcement as the other person did the other day when confessing his affections towards a jester?