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At that moment, they were kneeling on the ground, their smooth foreheads pressed tightly against the cold floor, not daring to breathe. The servants and guards also lowered their heads deeply, silent as a grave. “Goddammit! Damn that Florencian! He’s just a filthy shit that should be ground into powder and thrown into the sewer for the rats to eat! “Arghhhh...” Richard cursed furiously while smashing and breaking stuff. All roads lead to Rome. Some people were born in Rome. Others made wherever they were Rome. Richard was undoubtedly the latter. As the leader of the Knights of Death and the son of the ruler of Flandom, he was born noble and revered. No one dared to defy him.

Richard says "they are known to show restrict Richard, you will need to take some soldiers along with you" the king said

Julio declared before walking away. Ophelia clenched her fists, annoyed that her husband had Richard's back. --- The room was dark and silent, but a man was being brutally beaten by several men while Richard sat watching as they descended on the innocent man. Richard’s face held no emotions, in fact, he was dissatisfied with how the men were handling the innocent man. A snap of his fingers signaled the men to stop the beating. They didn’t need to be told twice before the wounded man was dragged to where Richard was sitting like a king.

The emperor can never be safe beside me, I'm his bane, and I most definitely will kill him. I closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. This will not be as simple as I thought. Now I have to uproot Olivia first, if I must get my revenge on Richard. Olivia first, Richard later. The Ferguson family should wait to be exterminated in my hands. ***** EMPEROR RICHARD'S POV I yawned as I stared at the documents before me. The trade statistics were not doing anything to uplift my spirits. The immense quantity of gold that was raked in did nothing to cheer me up. I sighed and picked up the writing quill.

his hands were shaking underneath the table. Richard's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with a hint of satisfaction. "You know why I am here Lucas. I want you to suffer the consequences of your actions, for daring to send your men into my humble home." Luca's world shattered as he realized the magnitude of his mistakes. He had thought himself invincible, untouchable within the confines of his power. But Richard's presence before him shattered that illusion, exposing his vulnerability and the fragility of his carefully constructed empire. “Do you realize what you did?” Richard asked.

Third person pov Richard was still contemplating on what to do to his daughter who had turned against them, he couldn't go to the king because it would destroy their family name like she said so he had to find out what to do before it was too late and Rebecca grew wings and truly abandoned them. As Richard was lost in thought, a knock came from the door, and he broke out of his thoughts and said, "Come in." Then the door opened up, and a maid walked in with a letter in her hand, "Good Evening Duke, this letter came for you," the maid said as she placed the letter on his table

Richard's words dripped with conviction. Michael scoffed, but uncertainty flickered in his eyes. "You think Ryan marrying Anabelle would have solved anything? Ha!" A lump formed in Michael's throat, his fear growing exponentially. In an attempt to conceal his true emotions, he forced a swallow. Unfortunately, Richard perceived his turmoil, his wicked delight shining through his sinister facade. Standing up, Richard slipped his hands into his pockets, relishing in Michael's visibly shaken state. He walked back to the door where the other two men were waiting for him.

I looked Richard directly in his flint-grey eyes. “Your brother isn't a thief, and he certainly isn't a parasite. But I can see exactly what you are, Richard. You’re a man so insecure in your own power that you have to travel across the city just to kick a man who already walked away from you.” Richard’s eyes narrowed, a dark, dangerous heat rising in them. “You have a very loud mouth for a divorcee who couldn't even keep a man like Tristan Vance interested. You think because you lost some weight and put on a green dress that you have a seat at this table? You are a nobody. A footnote in Tristan’s history.”

"Richard" .

​A pathetic, wicked smile twisted his thin lips as he looked down at my terrifying movements from his safe perch. ​"I was defeated, yes. My vanguards were slaughtered and some taken, my arm was crushed, and my crown was thrown in the blood. But I am still breathing," Richard sneered. "And the Lord of the Ashen Rift knows your face now, kitchen rat. He is coming back for that ring on your finger, and no amount of Northern healers will be able to stitch you back together when he does!" ​The hallucination broke as Richard violently turned away on his ridge, stepping into the safety of his heavy cavalry ranks. He didn't look back as he pointed his gold-gilded broadsword directly toward our crowd