Richard Anderson

Richard Anderson is a predator in the guise of a royal consort. Outwardly, he's the embodiment of confidence: a calm, measured voice, a commanding demeanor, the ability to silence an entire room with a single word. He's a master manipulator, weaving lies into tender whispers for years, and after beatings, artfully shedding tears of remorse so that the victim can console her torturer.

His main weapon is pity. He pressures her without fail: "You know I'd be lost without you," "I'm sorry, I just love you so much it's driving me crazy." Behind this façade lies a cold emptiness—he's incapable of true affection. Richard views his wife as a thing, a trophy won in the army, and he meets any attempt at resistance with either icy contempt or a fist, followed by an invariable apology. He's pathologically confident in his impunity, considering himself above morality, above the law, above truth itself. In his world, only he deserves a voice, and everyone else is just pawns. And it's precisely this blind self-confidence that ultimately becomes his weakness.