"No, go to Hell."
"What do you mean 'no'?"
"William, I've built this castle from NOTHING! Why would you expect me to sell it to you after all these damned forsaken years?"
"Sir, I th-"
"Don't cut me off! Do you know why I chose to build Serbyll?"
"Because you were poor and desperate?"
"Shut up, that was rhetorical! No, I was not poor and desperate. Do you know the book 'The Juggernaut'?"
"I was the one who wrote that. Do you know how much that costs now?"
"That's your problem. I made my money off of that, my life was never better. I decided to build Serbyll as a village at first. There were plenty of people, but not enough housing. I had to find a more populated area to sell the book. I made more money to build up the village. It grew larger, demanding more money, now it's a city!"
"Father... perhaps you should take a rest, I did not say that I would buy it. All I said is that you should see your last view."
William stabbed his father in the stomach. As he fell clutching for his last breath, he took his side-knife and threw it at his son. It missed.
"So long, 'father'."
William jumped out the window and made a break for it. No one saw him, surprisingly. He knew that he would not inherit his father's throne becaues he was not the oldest. No one knew why he murdered him. Will had never shown any sign of hatred towards his father, nor insanity before in his life.
The next week, Will's body was found. He died from a rare disease, though no one has figured out what it was.
Argh... the story turned out shorter than I thought it'd be. Didn't make too much sense either.