[The man straightens, his mood unchanged. If he notices anger igniting in Childe, he ignores it. Or maybe he's slightly amused by it? There's no way of telling, as the man's face is hidden by the mask.]
You are right. Nothing in life is free, but forgive me, as I will refrain from explaining how this plan benefits me.
[He pauses for a moment, before taking a step away and looking towards the corridor they both came from. The chatter of guests enjoying the ball is nothing more but a faraway noise.]
And the plan is simple, really. [The man continues.] The king's death. That's all both of us need.
[He turns sharply to Childe, both hands in front of himself as if in defence.]
And before you say or do anything... Sir Childe, think about it. Once the king is gone, your dear prince will become the next king and he'll be free to do as he pleases. Wouldn't that be wonderful?
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You are right. Nothing in life is free, but forgive me, as I will refrain from explaining how this plan benefits me.
[He pauses for a moment, before taking a step away and looking towards the corridor they both came from. The chatter of guests enjoying the ball is nothing more but a faraway noise.]
And the plan is simple, really. [The man continues.] The king's death. That's all both of us need.
[He turns sharply to Childe, both hands in front of himself as if in defence.]
And before you say or do anything... Sir Childe, think about it. Once the king is gone, your dear prince will become the next king and he'll be free to do as he pleases. Wouldn't that be wonderful?