Confessions

"Another Will?" The king rubbed his temples. Will could tell he was at the end of his wits. "How could a son of mine who was raised by me turn out so evil?"

The king was dumbstruck. 'There can't be that big of difference between them. How can it be just my fault?' He thought as he stared at his son. "You could have had any possibility of you were raised in your proper home." A vein pulsated at the side of his head. Any thoughts of an evil son raised by him were like a hammer smashing into his pride.

"I know how you must feel, father." Will tried to console him. "I feel nothing but respect when I look at you. Your newfound unwavering strength is awe inspiring." He allowed his suit of armor to resolve back into his cross, only leaving a black leather jacket with the royal emblem etched in gold on the back.