I am Reborn through Revenge

Saving the girl

***Anon's POV***

The officers looked stunned. I wasn’t surprised that they requested my identity.

“You are a Prince?” the younger officer asked again, his eyes flickering towards me. He looked as though he had never seen me before.

“Do you mean the banished Prince?” The potbelly soldier asked, covering his bleeding head. The way he looked at me, goodness. It was as though a dog had more honour.

I scoffed.

“I would suggest you go and tend to your wound now. From now on, she is my responsibility,” I said looking at the poor girl lying on the floor.

She looked helplessly at me. I couldn’t ignore her any longer, even though I never wanted to intervene. I overheard the guards called her a spy so I decided to study her—I wouldn't want to make the mistake of taking in a spy inside the palace. I looked at her through a narrowed gaze, reading her blue alluring eyes!

Such innocence!

I have always trusted my instincts when it comes to judging strangers, judging things randomly. My instincts rarely lied and I knew bad people when I see them especially when it is my first time seeing them. But this girl, she didn't come close to someone who could harm a fly.

“But she is a spy Sir! Or are you trying to harbour a spy in the palace? Are you trying to protect an enemy of the state? This should have nothing to do with you," the officer said. "So, I would urge you Prince whatever they call you to stick your head where it belongs and allow us to do our jobs,” he growled.

I looked at him, his set of front teeth looked decayed. His face looked ruthless, ugly, and unfriendly. He had big eyes, ruthless for my liking. For a moment, I wondered what he would have done to me if I didn't tell him that I was a Prince.

“You mean I should fix my bleeding head?” I said, mocking him. “Since you wanted to take advantage of her, why wouldn't I protect her? You are an officer. An officer that is meant to uphold the law but you are trying to take the law into your own hands and you had the guts to talk about harbouring to me?” I asked.

“But—but we caught her. She was caught surveying the walls. She must be a spy.” He tried to defend himself.

"When has surveying become spying? Anyone can survey anywhere and there might be a reason for it." I challenged him.

“I told you several times, I am not a spy,” She chipped in. Her voice was void of energy. She was soaked in exhaustion.

“So you are now the judge and the jury, officer?" I asked him. "This is an extra judicial killing both of you want to commit here and as an officer, you are meant to uphold the laws of Zahrin to the fullest. You are not only in the army to defend the kingdom from external attacks but also to make sure that the rule of law is forestalled. For your information, I was the one that sent this girl to fetch some rare flowers for me close to where you saw her from. Those flowers are medicinal and I want to use them to treat my ailment," I said.

What a lie I just told him!

I could imagine what the girl might be thinking about me now, probably a good liar. The two officers looked at me, eyes wide and confused. They sure communicated to themselves with their eyes.

A word of a maid against a Prince or the word of the Prince against a maid? I really hoped they go with the latter, I thought. So, whatever the girl might have told them was no longer valid.

“But sir, that was not what she told us,” the younger officer chipped in.

“Exactly! She said she came for the maiden post.” The other officer added.

"So you even heard her but yet you chose to ignore all she had told you?" I asked. “Would you have left her alone even if she had told both of you the truth? You have decided to kill her even without hearing her out. That is wickedness. Now let me tell you something. The Queen asked me today what I would need as a present from her. I mean she asked me to state my demand. She said that whatever I say that I would need, she must surely give it to me as a gift. Do you know what I told her?” I asked them, narrowing my lashes, curling my face in a smile.

“No, sir!” both officers replied together. Their eyes looked like they were eager to hear what I would say.

“I told her that I will think about it. But listen,” I said, pointing at both of them. “If both of you ever disturb this girl again or make her cry for any reason, then I will let the Queen know that your heads would make a very good birthday present.”

Their eyes widened. They turned and looked at each other and then back at me.

“You don’t have to do that Sir, I don't think going to that length is necessary.” the potbellied looked apologetic.

“Good. That is exactly what I need to hear. Now, both of you should go back to your duty posts. I don’t want to see your faces again,” I said hastily.

They both left immediately. I looked at the girl, my eyes caught hers. The tiring look in her eyeballs looked so fascinating. Her lips were already swollen but they were puffy and gorgeous. She still reminded me of someone I knew.

I gently came closer to her. “Can you stand on your feet?” I anxiously asked.

“I can try." she gave me a quick glance. "Thank you so much," she said. I looked at her, her blue eyes was shone lovely. The knot on my stomach came back but I somehow managed to suppress it.

She managed to stand on her feet but she fell back to the floor. “Let me help you,” I said.

“No. I am fine.”

She managed and stood up again. But she was still groaning. She looked like her head was clanging.

“Please. Don’t hurt yourself," I told her. "I will take you to where they will tend to your wound, okay?”

She nodded but didn’t utter a word. Tears rolled down her eyes. I felt like wiping them away but I just couldn’t. I froze when I tried to, maybe because she was still a stranger to me. And apart from my mother who took care of me to a certain stage, I had never been in close contact with any woman like this in Zahrin.

“Climb on my back,” I uttered calmly. She did as I requested. Immediately she climbed on my back, the knot was gone.

The knot hardly goes away but I was surprised it had gone. It seemed like that there was something in her that calmed me. Something I couldn’t explain. I didn’t know who this girl was but it seemed as if she had some kind of connection with me. As I carried her on my back, she crossed her both hands on my neck and held them together. She rested her head on my shoulder. A quick hot breath was tickling me on my neck and her soft hands were cold and smooth.

“I will take you to the doctor, okay?”

“Okay.” She spoke with a velvety voice. She spoke with less energy but yet she was audible. She groaned and grumbled.

Drops of her blood were dropping on my clothes from her wound but I didn’t care. Getting someone to treat her wounds was my top priority so I quickly carried her to a physician.