Rayven was once again surprised to see William coming to the training after the rumours that circulated about his father. This boy and his sister never failed to amaze him.
As soon as he arrived, the other boys began to whisper, and one called him a traitor's son. William ignored them and went to pick up his wooden sword to start his training, but no one wanted to fight him.
"You." Rayven pointed at the boy who called him a traitor. "Fight him." He ordered.
"Yes, my Lord!" He said but cursed inwardly.
William took a steady grip around his sword, ready to fight the boy, and Rayven leaned back against the tree to watch the beating. It was more satisfying than he expected. William seemed much more robust than usual, and Rayven knew all too well that the strength came from the anger inside. He knew that look in Williams' eyes.
One could say he taught the boy a lesson, and he would never be called a traitor's son by the boys again. But someone's parents would come here tomorrow, and this time, they would be madder than an orphaned boy, and a traitor's son hit their son.
He looked forward to it.
No! He shook his head. He did not look forward to it. When did he ever look forward to speaking with humans? Something was wrong with him, and he knew it was his fault.
He got involved with them too much, causing his heart to bleed. All this time, he had caused trouble so Lucrezia would have enough and kill him. But she only punished him. And now, more than ever, she would not let him die. She thought there was hope for him because of the little red dot in his heart.
The woman lived in a fantasy world, thinking this was a fairytale. If her bitter sister Luciana had been responsible for them instead, he would have died long ago. Lucrezia was too patient for his liking.
When the training finished and all the boys left, William remained. Rayven thought he wanted to train some more, but he came to him instead.
"Why didn't you take a few days off?" Rayven asked before the boy could speak.
Why could he not disappear? When his willpower wasn't as strong as before, he didn't need things around that would give him excuses to see Angelica.
"I don't need it," William said.
"You are not sad about your father's death?"
Why? Why was he asking such foolish questions? Of course, he was sad.
William looked down at his hands. "I am, My Lord. I feel I shouldn't be, but I am."
He tugged at his fingers and entwined them. It made him look nervous and vulnerable.
"Did you know beforehand what would happen to your father?"
William nodded. "I prepared myself. I tried to hate him as much as possible so that I wouldn't be sad once he left. But you can't prepare your heart for what it will feel."
His heart? He had no control over it.
"My Lord, may I ask a question?"
Not the questions, but he nodded since he asked a few himself.
"Do you find my sister beautiful?"
Rayven blinked a few times. What kind of question was that?
"No." He replied.
William squinted his eyes. He didn't believe him.
"She is not only beautiful. She is also very kind and clever. She can do almost anything that she puts her heart into and...."
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Heart Of Darkness
FanfictionThey whispered in town about him. They called him a beast. They called him cruel. They called him ugly. People were repulsed by his face. They treated him like a deadly disease, avoiding him like the plague. They didn't dare talk to or in front of h...
