[Well, funny part is that Richard could actually also see himself doing something like that, even if in a different context that she was thinking. He had shown worse treatments to his enemies than just stepping over them, so what would a little humiliation really do? And he was to be a king, after all. That would mean that everything would be at his disposal and for him to do as he pleases.

Richard turned his attention back to Whitey, who seemed to enjoy from the attention.]

Boars are not pets, one can never truly tame them. [Richard says dryly, reaching his gloved hand to brush along the smooth white coat on the boar's back.] I found him from the forest as a child. He had fallen into poacher'd trap and would have no doubt died very soon if left alone. I was curious and wanted to see how far he would be able to make it if given a second chance. He's been with me ever since. [The story, while correct, held only half of the truth. Whitey had indeed caught Richard's attention as a child and he had instantly felt a connection with the boar. Both of them were different from rest of their kind -- going against the will of God just by existing. He had wanted to see someone similar to him to thrive and survive, to defy the world that would reject them]