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“Stay there,” Richard mercifully interrupts him. And, even more mercifully in his humble opinion, doesn’t summon the damned monkey, “don’t move.”
“…I wasn’t going to,” he murmurs instead of thank you, for a simple thank you is for fools.
“Hm,” Richard doesn’t pay a bit of mind, only remains on his throne for a long few moments before rising to his feet – observing from a new vantage point like he could happily leave him kneeling for eternity, “I don’t trust you, sweet cousin. You have a way of wriggling.”