Writingcamp+The duke

Week 6+ How to create a dialogue?/ My dialogue

William's confession:

"Thalia listen to me very closely" he said with a rather scared look, his eyes where wide open.

"What is it Will? Are you okay?" he was starting to worry me.

"I know I should've told you this long ago, but I was so afraid. I couldn't bare the thought of you looking at me with fear, like if you didn't know me any more."

"Oh Will, if only you knew how much I truly love you that silly fear of yours would go away" I said calmly as I walked closer to him.

"Promise me you wont change your mind about me, please. You are all that I have in this cruel world" his voice was starting to c***k and his eyes were now watery.

"I promise" I said immediately. He closed his eyes and went silent for a moment as if he where praying, after all I think he did believe in god.

"That man that you once found in my flat next to me was my uncle, he is the only person that knows the truth besides me. But before I tell you everything I must make you understand the reason why I did it. My name is William Kent, son of the duke and duchess of Kent. I've lived my entire life in the royal family with my twin brother but I never had a happy life. Our parents where cruel and cold as ice, making us compete against each other since we could talk. Every day there was always a challenge that must be fulfilled and whoever won had the rest of the day to enjoy their glory, the looser on the other hand got punished and was left with no supper. As you can imagine I was the one that always lost, no matter how hard I tried it was never enough, I even got to believe that my parents hated me. My twin brother George was well aware of his situation and decided to take advantage of every chance he could to bully me. At first it was only verbal, leaving me without no self esteem, but he soon got tired and moved on to physically attacking me. Not longer he got my parents to change my daily punishment into something worse, now everyday if I didn't win I was forced to be locked into a horrible white room with no furniture but an old wooden chair. I cant tell you how many days I spent locked in that room, starving to death with no one else to make me company but me own thoughts. Meanwhile my parents acted like if they only had one son who was perfect. All of the royal family was proud of dear George, but where ashamed that I even existed." he said with tears on his face now.

"But in the end isn't this your parents fault?" I asked carefully. He chuckled bitterly.

"I thought so too. Every time my brother humiliated me or punched me I told myself that it was my parents fault and not his. But everything changed when our parents took us to the woods hunting. George started chasing me threatening me that he would beat me with a stick if he caught me, eventually he did and left me on the floor with blood all over my face. When he got bored of hitting me he just looked down at me with a mocking smile and left me there in the cold ground. It was getting dark and my parents and brother soon left the woods, only leaving me abandoned. That night was one of the most vivid nights I remember, that night I finally accepted that even though my parents where cruel bastards my brother was much worse, that night my blood boiled with the hatred that I hadn't felt for all those years. I was left there to die and the only regret I had was that I couldn't get a chance to give George a taste of his own medicine. Fortunately some of the servants stayed behind and found me. When they took me back and I saw the faces of my parents a brother I knew that they had thought that they had gotten rid of me, yet I was still there. From that moment on I wanted my brother to pay for all the damage that he had done, for all the bones that he broke and for all the dreams that he ruined. Because of him I didn't have a childhood, because of him my parents never loved me, because of him I never loved myself." He went silent and walked towards me, wiped the tears that I had and held me hands.

"Now my dear angel, it is time for me to tell you the truth that I'm frightened of, not for me but for you, because only you choose how to see me. At the age of sixteen I decided that it was time to end my misery and set myself free but I could only achieve that by ending my enemy's life. I made a natural venom with the plants I could find and gave it to him in person. When he finally stopped breathing I didn't love him but I didn't hate him either, he was gone after all. The entire royal family mourned George's death but only one person talked to me the day of his funeral. My uncle Theodore hated me and for that reason only he blamed me for killing him, I mocked him because there was no evidence to be found but decided to run away from that horrible family in which I was born. From that moment on nothing in my life had a meaning until by accident you knocked on my door asking for directions. I´m telling you this now because my uncle found a clue that could blame me for his death and he treated on telling you. Thalia you mean everything to me, if it wasn't because my life is in danger I wouldn't have told you this. "

I looked at him and into those deep emerald eyes, I expected that I would've run in fear because William had killed his own twin brother and yet there I was still holding his beautiful hands. I said nothing because what do you say to a person that had suffered and his only way out was murdering someone? Instead I gave him a hug and started praying, I didn't know why in particular but I just did, I had a feeling that I was about to do something that I would've never had thought I would do.