William stood before his tall, scarred, and terrifying master. Vincent's anger had made his marks turn dark red and his green eyes were nearly black as he looked down at the boy who could've caused his death. The servant boy was shaking like he was freezing but it wasn't from the cold. It was from fear.
"Tell us, William," Delaney looked at him with a desperate gaze, "Why didn't you tell me about the poison that day? Who gave it to you?"
Will looked between the Duke and Duchess with an expression of agony. At last, he dropped to the floor in front of them.
"I-I-I didn't want y-you t-t-to th-th-throw me away," he spoke with a broken voice, "N-No one has ever c-c-cared about m-me before. N-Not even m-my m-mother. Sh-She th-threw me away... I-I just didn't w-want to be th-thrown away again..."
