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noble_by_bloodWill was born out of wedlock; in fact his father was married at the time with an eight year old son. Gabriella Scarlett struggled to raise her son alone, with little help from his father Lord Harold Loxley. Will didn’t even meet his father until he was two. Harold had come to the flat; first words he ever said to his second born son was along the lines of ‘Shut up’.
Despite how Harold treated Will, when she was asked to marry him she accepted, thinking if anything things would get easier for their child if he adopted him, finally acknowledging him as his own. That wasn’t Harold’s intentions at all. He had a son, why confuse things by adding another and letting Robin learn about his cheating ways, wouldn’t do him any good, if others found out with him being an upstanding family man to his colleagues in the Parliament.
For two years Will was constantly Robin’s shadow, loving the idea to have someone bigger to play with. While Robin was nearby Harold wouldn’t snap at Will at least. It was a bit hard to separate the two so he let things go for now.
That ended when Robin was sent to London for an archery competition; while he was gone Harold kicked Gabriella and Will out, just a day or two before Will’s fifth birthday. None of her friends she had made while living with Harold would talk to her and Will wasn’t able to see his older brother.
After a few months Will stopped asking seeing the sadness in her eyes. Instead he tried his best to make sure that she always smiled. That’s when Gabriella started making up stories about Robin and Harold, mostly to convince herself that she didn’t need Harold around, she had been fine before him with raising Will, she’d be able to do it again. Will tucked the toy, still in its packaging, in a box under his bed, soon forgetting the good that had been the two years living in the manor.
The box was moved around for the next five years from flat to flat as she lost control and got them kicked out. Will tried to pretend that he didn’t know why she was losing control, the poorly hidden bottles of pills in the bathroom, the booze hidden behind chocolate chip cookies in the cabinet. He wasn’t sure what to say about it or even who to go to, after all, his father didn’t want him, and he doubted his brother cared, or else he would have looked for them by now.
The new flat they moved into was owned by a family who had a son close to Robin’s age who took the kid in as his own brother. Little did Will know that John and his family had been hired by Robin to keep an eye on him and his mother.
The next three years Will worked his hardest to try to catch up on his poor grades, even though they were caused by so much moving around. A few days before Father’s day Will came rushing home stopping at the market planning on surprising his mother with cooking dinner for her, he was greeted at the door to the building by John, who wrapped his arms around him keeping him from entering. The cops were milling around and a body was brought out.
Will couldn’t think as the bag he had been carrying fell to the ground. John took him in saying that it was his mother’s wishes. In fact it was Robin’s, feeling guilty about not being there to help Will at all.
After his mother’s death he out himself into finishing school with honors, John helping him get into some of the better private schools in the county, managing to get him scholarships he wasn’t even sure he would have been able to get, again help from Robin in the background, and his now growing group of friends who were part of his band of hackers dubbed “Merry Men”.
Will kept an eye out for reports of his brother scowling whenever he saw him on the TV at some gala living it up while he was working on and off odd jobs here and there, not because he really needed the money, but he wanted something that was his, and that was an old dirt bike that he rebuilt. What money he didn’t use on the bike was saved in case he’d ever need it, though the funds that his mother had squirreled away for him would keep him comfortable for a little while at least.
He’s refused to talk to Harold or Robin, after all neither showed up at his mother’s funeral, not that he knew Robin was in the States, or that his own father just didn’t care, after all she wasn’t worth caring about once he had kicked her out.
Will’s now 19, and while still working odd jobs, he’s debating going back to school, and formally getting a respectable education, or actually learning more about computers only because he’s been watching John spend so much time on his, and Will’s pretty sure he’s not playing WoW like he claims.
Despite how Harold treated Will, when she was asked to marry him she accepted, thinking if anything things would get easier for their child if he adopted him, finally acknowledging him as his own. That wasn’t Harold’s intentions at all. He had a son, why confuse things by adding another and letting Robin learn about his cheating ways, wouldn’t do him any good, if others found out with him being an upstanding family man to his colleagues in the Parliament.
For two years Will was constantly Robin’s shadow, loving the idea to have someone bigger to play with. While Robin was nearby Harold wouldn’t snap at Will at least. It was a bit hard to separate the two so he let things go for now.
That ended when Robin was sent to London for an archery competition; while he was gone Harold kicked Gabriella and Will out, just a day or two before Will’s fifth birthday. None of her friends she had made while living with Harold would talk to her and Will wasn’t able to see his older brother.
After a few months Will stopped asking seeing the sadness in her eyes. Instead he tried his best to make sure that she always smiled. That’s when Gabriella started making up stories about Robin and Harold, mostly to convince herself that she didn’t need Harold around, she had been fine before him with raising Will, she’d be able to do it again. Will tucked the toy, still in its packaging, in a box under his bed, soon forgetting the good that had been the two years living in the manor.
The box was moved around for the next five years from flat to flat as she lost control and got them kicked out. Will tried to pretend that he didn’t know why she was losing control, the poorly hidden bottles of pills in the bathroom, the booze hidden behind chocolate chip cookies in the cabinet. He wasn’t sure what to say about it or even who to go to, after all, his father didn’t want him, and he doubted his brother cared, or else he would have looked for them by now.
The new flat they moved into was owned by a family who had a son close to Robin’s age who took the kid in as his own brother. Little did Will know that John and his family had been hired by Robin to keep an eye on him and his mother.
The next three years Will worked his hardest to try to catch up on his poor grades, even though they were caused by so much moving around. A few days before Father’s day Will came rushing home stopping at the market planning on surprising his mother with cooking dinner for her, he was greeted at the door to the building by John, who wrapped his arms around him keeping him from entering. The cops were milling around and a body was brought out.
Will couldn’t think as the bag he had been carrying fell to the ground. John took him in saying that it was his mother’s wishes. In fact it was Robin’s, feeling guilty about not being there to help Will at all.
After his mother’s death he out himself into finishing school with honors, John helping him get into some of the better private schools in the county, managing to get him scholarships he wasn’t even sure he would have been able to get, again help from Robin in the background, and his now growing group of friends who were part of his band of hackers dubbed “Merry Men”.
Will kept an eye out for reports of his brother scowling whenever he saw him on the TV at some gala living it up while he was working on and off odd jobs here and there, not because he really needed the money, but he wanted something that was his, and that was an old dirt bike that he rebuilt. What money he didn’t use on the bike was saved in case he’d ever need it, though the funds that his mother had squirreled away for him would keep him comfortable for a little while at least.
He’s refused to talk to Harold or Robin, after all neither showed up at his mother’s funeral, not that he knew Robin was in the States, or that his own father just didn’t care, after all she wasn’t worth caring about once he had kicked her out.
Will’s now 19, and while still working odd jobs, he’s debating going back to school, and formally getting a respectable education, or actually learning more about computers only because he’s been watching John spend so much time on his, and Will’s pretty sure he’s not playing WoW like he claims.
