I am Reborn through Revenge

Cause a scene

Marie managed to gather some energy and hurled herself up to her knees. “Please sir, I am not a spy,” she begged, crying bitterly. Her cat eyes were flaming with anger and she was slowly losing her real voice. Tears welled down her cheek while her pinkish lips had swollen up, and turned dark-red. “Please, I just came as a maid. I want to serve in the palace and nothing more.” She cried out. But will they listen? It seemed as if all she was saying was falling on molded ears. She sniffed in loudly and exhaled continuously.

“What should we do with her?” the taller patrol officer asked. He had been carefully observing her without saying a word.

“We should kill her of course!” The potbellied officer yelled quickly, but then suddenly lowering his voice as if he realized he was speaking to his superior. “She is a spy and she should be treated as such,” he grimaced. He didn’t want to give Marie a chance to explain herself out and each time Marie tried to explain what happened, he would land a kick on her stomach as a warning.

“Alright! Do with her as you please. But don’t cause a scene, you know what today is all about,” the first patrol officer said and they left.

Marie continued begging while she was forcefully dragged by the two remaining officers. They decided to take her to a place where they wouldn’t see many people or maybe to a place where killing her wouldn't cause a scene. It was already afternoon so for one reason or the other, they took her to the library side. .

When they dragged Marie by her hair, and it was as though everywhere was dead-quiet. Marie quirked at the sight of the loneliness. It was quite obvious she doesn't need a sorcerer to tell her that something bad was really really going to happen to her. Something spoke to her in her head: you are dead.

***Anon's POV***

Yes! I had left the Queen’s quarters since morning but yet I hadn't gotten over the rabble I heard them muttering in the room. I suddenly began to think about it. I noticed that my mood began to swing. It swung faster and now, the knot in my stomach had returned— this time, heavier.

This usually happens to me when I want to go to sleep in the night or when I miss my mother or when someone suddenly does something very bad to me that would make me remember her. But it doesn't happen to me this often— at least not at this interval.

Suddenly my body began to quake, twitch and shake uncontrollably. I tossed my shaky hands inside my pocket, I thought it would be the solution to my feeling. My heart started throbbing involuntarily and my whole body started sweating— my face sweat the most. I didn’t want anyone to see me in that sorry state— not deserving for a Prince like me.

I had to find somewhere to hide, I thought. Yes! Finding somewhere to hide had always been the solution and the panacea to it. Whenever I start feeling this way, I usually go to a very quiet place or sometimes, lock myself up in my room for long hours. I was quite lucky that nobody knew that I had this knot-syndrome except Brady. When I am around him, he always had his suspicions that something was really wrong with me and in most cases, he was correct.

I tried to walk away from where people would see me. My body continued shaking. Finding a lonely place I would stay became imminent.. Everywhere inside the fort was buzzing with people from different places.

Women, men, grannies, children, horses, the city was hot. Though most stores in the market had closed, there were quite a few traders selling at the roadside. And soldiers too were patrolling around, making sure that orderliness was maintained.

I walked around sheepishly, avoiding eye contact with people. I got lucky, I found the General library and I noticed that no one was there so I immediately made a quick walk toward it. The General library was a massive one storey building that stood alone with few houses shorter houses dotted around it. I strolled down to the door, but this time, I was already shivering. The main door was locked but the entrance that led to it was opened. Inside, I relaxed my back on the wall while I sat down on the floor. I raised my knee and locked it with my hands. On my knee cap, I rested my jaw. I closed my eyes again trying to let it go away. I thought that closing my eyes would calm my nerves instead, something weird happened. While my eyes were closed, the image of my mother snapped inside my head. I saw her holding my hands without saying a word. She caressed my hair gently while looking at me, smiling. But something was strange. She was smiling yet crying. I couldn't seem to understand it. I tried to, believe me, but I couldn't. Nothing came up.

When she was caressing my hair, I wanted to ask her so many things. I wanted her to talk to me but she never did, she only smiled and cried. My mother looked like a moonlight goddess. She looked younger than I would have given the woman of her age credit for. Her long kohl black hair plunged over her shoulders and her lips blossomed in pink as she continued to give me that gorgeous mother-to-child smile. Her clothes were snow-white, it was as if there was no dirt where she came from. The only thing that got me worried was why she was smiling and also shedding tears. I wanted to console her, I wanted to ask her what was wrong. I wanted to console her.. When I started enjoying her company, slowly, she started walking away from me. I wanted to hold her back but my hands couldn’t get hold of her. All of sudden, she vanished.

I opened my eyes. I didn’t know how long I had stayed there. I listened to myself again and it seemed like my body temperature had miraculously come back to normal. My shaking body had stopped and the knot had gone entirely. I quickly stood on my feet, surprised. I wanted to go to the Queen’s birthday party. I just didn’t want to miss it. While I was about to go, I heard voices outside the library, it sounded like someone was being punished for something. I couldn’t tell what was happening but I just needed to be sure of what it was before I come out. I never wanted anyone to know that I was hiding there in the first place.

***Marie's POV***

“Oh please! Please, sir. I am not a spy sir, please spare my life.” Marie sniffled between words. Kneeling, her loud sob was defined by mutters. She sighed deeply as she let her head drop on the floor. She begged and cried but it all fell on deaf ears.

She was kicked again by the officers as they unshielded their swords. They wanted to cut open her neck. She managed to look up again but tears had already streamed up in her eyes making her vision to be fuzzy. She wanted to beg but she felt her throat closing and she couldn’t speak. She was watching her death as it was staring at her right in the face.

She was helpless.

She felt like cursing the day. It was never her wish to come to the palace in the first place. But, there was nothing she could do.

“Why don’t we get her naked and make something of her before we finally send her off to where she belongs?” asked the potbellied officer. He laughed loudly and mockingly at her.

“You think that is a good idea?” the younger officer asked. He looked curious as he smirked at the suggestion.

“Of course. Of what use is her anyway? She is going to die after all. When we are done, we get her killed and dumped somewhere outside the walls. Case closed.”

“Oh no! Please, I will. . . I will do whatever you asked me to do for you but please, spare my life sir.” She begged, panting. She already looked haggard and tired. Blood had already stained her wonderful dress.

“Not that easy!” The officer replied. He walked very close to her, dragged her on her dress, and tore it open to the stomach, leaving bare only her black bra. The younger officer was just standing, watching and laughing.

As the potbellied officer wanted to tear open the bra, a heavy stone struck the back of his head. He touched his blonde hair and blood plastered his hand.

“Leave her alone,” said a baritone voice. The voice carried fire! It sent a quick shock down the officer's spine.

Curious to know who dared did that, both officers turned around quickly.

“How dare you? Do you have a death wish boy?” asked the potbellied officer. His face looked like an angry wolf and his teeth opened like a dog making a hunt.

Exhausted, Marie managed to look up to see who stood up against the officers. She saw a tall, long-haired man, almost as beautiful as a young lady. She found it hard to tell if who she saw was a man or a woman. Without the baritone voice, it would have been extremely difficult to tell.

“I wouldn’t want to repeat myself. If you love your job and your families, I would urge you both to return to your posts and we will all pretend like something like this didn’t happen here today.”

Marie was wowed by such audacity. She scrubbed her eyes to take a clearer view of who the man was. She looked into his black discerning eyes, there was only but one thing she saw in those two beautiful burning eyeballs—vengeance. She looked closely at his face, it didn’t in any way looked familiar but his clothes were majestic. His hair rested on his shoulders like he was an angel sent from heaven. His black boots looked costly and shiny.

Marie admired his elegance. She had never done that before, not to any man. It might be because he came when she needed someone most. She wasn’t sure.

“How dare you? And who the hell are you?” the young officer asked.

“I am Prince Anon!”