I am Reborn through Revenge

I want to see her

***Anon's POV***

I went behind my quarters and made myself comfortable somewhere around the pool. The poolside had always had this spectral landscape I enjoyed seeing but. . . but it wasn’t so today. I was just angry. I knew not of anywhere else I would go that was better than this place. I was angry that my father had asked me to have a change of heart concerning our family. I was angry that he had asked me to put everything behind me and let them go. How could he say that? How could he ask me to throw away all those years of pain and pretend like nothing ever happened? It was impossible. I had sworn an oath upon my mother’s grave that I would revenge.

I had been reborn.

I Had Been Reborn Through Revenge. I perfectly understand that it might take time but I was sure that one day, I will get what I am looking for. So I was not in a rush. But what I did not understand was why someone who seemed like a stranger to me would come and tell me what to do. Someone who didn't know the amount of pain I passed through. Someone who was not there when I needed him. Someone who left his son to perish in a journey of no return. Someone who watched his wonderful wife killed without doing anything to help her out. Where should I even start? Someone. . .

Impossible!

“Sir!” a yet-to-be-identified voice said.

Who could that be? I looked up immediately and I found Brady starring at me like I was crazy.

“Brad, how many times have I told you to knock on the. . . eh—m.”

I had forgotten that I wasn’t even in my room. Stupid!

“Door?” he asked. He raised a brow at me. I saw him smiling mischievously too.

“That’s not what I wanted to say, Brad,” I defended myself. I tried to hide the embarrassment I felt.

He chuckled. He came close to me, squatted down to my level, and hugged me. He hugged me really tight as though he was hugging a newborn baby. We both didn’t say a word. When he let go, he looked at me straight in the eyes.

“I couldn’t believe that the Prince and the Queen would both want you this dead-dead.”

“Haha!” I busted out laughing. “Were you worried about me Brad?” I asked him.

“No-no. Not really. But I couldn’t just watch you die.”

“Really?”

“Mhh hmm.”

“So what would you have done Brad? Huh? Don’t be ridiculous.”

He snorted. “It's not a question of what would I have done Sir, it’s a question of what did I do.”

What?

Did Brady had a role he played in all these? If he did, then I would love to know what he did.

“What do you mean by that, Brad?” I asked him. I frowned my face at him so he would be serious. Brad was fond of joking all the time when we want to talk about serious business so frowning was one of my best shots to get him to tell me the truth or tell me what I need to know— sometimes.

“When I left you in the cell. I began to think of who I would go to for help. I was thinking and thinking and thinking but could not think of anyone. I became angry and. . .”

“You cried?” I asked. I busted out laughing. I knew he was going to deny it anyway.

“Yes! I mean No!” he said, stuttering. “Please allow me to finish sire, you are disturbing me.”

That was funny.

I nodded. “Okay, I am sorry, Brad. Continue by the way.”

“Okay. Ehm! A suggestion later bumped into my brain. After thinking for ages about anyone who I think could save you in that situation, someone who could reach out to the king, I remembered Norman."

"Norman?" I asked.

"Yes, Norman. Remember he had been a very close friend with the king before he retired?”

“Resigned!” I pointed out.

“Oh. Resigned! Sorry for the mistake. I told him and he promised to help immediately. I didn’t follow him up to know exactly how he will do it but I really hoped he was the only person I know who could do something about it and finally he did.” He smiled.

Now I knew how Norman actually got to know about my ordeal. I couldn’t believe that it was Brady who told him. I owed both of them a lot. They both prevented what would have been a “catastrophe.” Even my mother wouldn’t have been happy with me if I had been killed just like that.

“Brad,” I called him.

“Yes sir!” he raised his two brows, revealing two double lines at his forehead.

“Thank you so much!” I said.

He shot me a surprised gaze. “What did you just say?” he asked, he was almost at the point of smiling.

“I know you are deaf Brad. But, I honestly want to say thank you. Thank you so much. If not for the actions you took, I would have been a dead man by now. But here I am,” I said. “I owe you one.”

“Here we are." He added.

I smiled and poked him at his shoulder. When I was tied down to be killed, Brady was among the few people I had wanted to see at least before I die. I remember looked searchingly for him among the crowd but couldn’t find him. Rather I found. . . Oh, I found Marie.

The thought of her almost made my heart skip.

Oh, yea! Marie. She was among the people I loved to see before I die but yet she was the worst thing I saw at that moment. I remembered I had told her that I did not want to see her there but yet she came. Why? Why did she come? I remembered I saw her crying. Her face— the innocent young-looking face— turned pale and woozy. It was one of the worst things I saw at that point. I couldn’t watch her for so long. I had to look away so I could concentrate more on seeing how I would die. But yet even when I tried to look away, I looked back and forth just to see her.

But now, I needed to see her, I thought.

“Brad!” I said. “I want to see someone.”

“Today?”

“Now!”

“Ah hah. Tell me something, is it a she?” He asked. A mischievous smile evolved from his face.

I stood up. “I will tell you later.”

He stood up as well. “I will go with you then.”

What? No way.

“I don’t think that’s going to happen. You stay here. Or maybe, you could go anywhere you want. I stop you. I never did anyways” I said.

I turned to leave when he grabbed me on my shoulder. I looked back at him, with a furrowed eyebrow. “What?” I said.

“You said you owe me one.”

“So?”

He smiled. “It means I want what you owe me to be converted to a request.”

“Hmm,” I blurted. I tried to understand the point he was trying to make. “Okay. What’s your request?” I asked.

He smiled, revealing all his teeth. I knew he was about to say something weird. “Allow me to go with you.” He tilted his head to the left. It was as though he knew I wouldn’t allow him.

“You are not serious, Brad.”