I am Reborn through Revenge

My story to Alice

Marie had arrived at the entrance of the house where she would move her things. She wasn’t expecting the house to be that beautiful. It was a bungalow build with fine bricks. At the entrance, just above the door was a small roof above supported by two slim cylindrical pillars built with logs. Then beside the door, at the left-hand side was a big cylindrical vessel possibly containing water and then by the right was a wheelbarrow which she doesn’t know exactly how it would help her in her line of work. Then there were two windows surrounded by a beautiful well-carved window frame.

When she had finished assessing and taking in details of the outside, she gently opened the door and went inside. The room was dark so there wasn't much to see. She dropped her bag on the floor and then went to the window, and pushed the curtains aside. The light that came from the window lit the room with a brilliant, pure white light that cascaded over the whole place with lines of rays. Glancing up at the top of the ceiling, she found the height of the room to be admirable, almost as twice as tall as her old cabin.

Spider webs carelessly hung on some sides of the room which left her with the opinion that the room hadn't been used for a long time.

She then turned and she saw a comfortable mattress with a length that could contain four people of her size. The four corners of the mattress had tall vertical round woods attached to it and they all had the same height. Then on top of these four planks of wood, was another smooth milk-coloured timber joining these vertical round woods together. The milk-coloured timber was used to hang the net which spread across the whole sides of the mattress.

Marie was excited. She couldn’t believe what her eyes had seen. What a beauty her room was, she thought. She had never dreamt of having such an amazing apartment all her life. She had lived a simple life with Madam Alice and she never had the money to provide a decent room for her. But here she was, just a few days in the palace, and it seemed like everything had changed overnight. She never saw it coming. She never expected that it would be this easy.

Out of excitement, she rushed toward the bed and jumped on it, spreading her arms and legs widely. She closed her eyes while she smiled. She sat up again and looked at the floor beside the bed. She saw two things: an iron box with a cylindrical cover and then beside it was a tall iron lamp with charcoal black furnishing. The iron lamp was designed for putting on candles at night. It had the same design as the one seen in the palace.

She gently opened the box and packed all her things inside. She pushed the door to a corner but swept specks of dust from the floor. She realized the room needed to be dusted and possibly cleaned. She then decided to do the needful. She grabbed a rag and then fetched water from outside her room— from the cylindrical vessel she saw when she entered the room. She cleaned the room to her desired taste.

At least she now had a story she would tell Madam Alice when she sees her, she thought. She gently walked up to her box and took some little things she would need (money most important) and then made a walk to the door. Since never expected that she would wrap up everything about moving to the room that same day. So she rescinded her decision to visit madam Alice the next day. She decided to visit her the same day so she could stay over to the next day. It would give her enough time to tell madam Alice all the gist about everything that had happened, she thought. Isn’t that exciting?

***Prince Anon POV***

I sat on the wall of my favorite garden and also my mother’s favorite spot. The height of the wall stopped somewhere at my knee separating a walkway that leads to the corridor of my room. The crossroad was also in the middle between me and flowers inside the garden. I was alone and everywhere was quiet— except for the songbirds chirping on the trees opposite where I was sitting. Below the trees were carpet green grasses that gave the ground a perfect greenish hue.

Here were among the few places I stayed when there were too many things to think about or worry about. I still haven’t been able to bring the pieces of the puzzles like I thought I would. Yes, the shock of Valerie's death was gone— thanks to Marie— but the thought of who might have killed her still lingered somewhere in my brain. A perfect make-believe story had been spread as the cause of her death and all investigative efforts had been brought to a stop. I couldn’t still believe the crap they brought up as the reason they stopped investigating the cause of her death. Someone, somewhere wanted to poison me really quick but the question was who? Anybody who wanted to kill her must have wanted to kill me too.

I sighed deeply and closed my eyes. I buried my face on my knee and circled my hands on my legs thinking. What was I missing?

The Queen barely knew who Valerie was.

Night wouldn’t play that sort of fetish and childish game and even if he would, he would certainly use another style.

Young, on the other hand, would be too busy with young girls and partying, he would certainly leave those kinds of jobs for his mother to handle or preferably his brother.

Brady had already cleared his name so who could be so eager to have me killed? Who? My head was almost about to ache me then I removed my hands from my legs and placed them on my head. I tried to think. I tried to think deeply.

Yes, I got it.

It was someone I had left out from the picture.

Princess Diane!

She was the only person I knew who would love to end my life as soon as she could the moment she gets the chance and she was also the only person I saw when Valerie's body was hanging inside the Palace. What was I even thinking? Why didn't I think of it earlier? If not her, who then?

I pulled away from my face from my knee and sat upright.

If Diane was truly the one that did that, then it means I had totally underestimated her. I couldn’t believe she gave me a hard time figuring it out. And I almost left her out from the list of people who I thought could put me into harm's way.

How foolish I was, I thought.

It was time to confront her. If I let it slide, she would think she had beaten me in the game and she would probably even do worse than that next time. But if I confront her and let her know that I was aware that she was the one who did it, she would maybe think twice before she does something similar in the future, I thought.

I smiled. I looked at the trees, the birds were still hovering over their nests. Maybe the sounds of the birds played a role here—maybe they helped me put the pieces of the puzzle together. Maybe they made my mind relaxed and made it possible for me to decipher the mystery. Or maybe the garden had a bigger role it played. I wasn’t sure which of them did the job, but I was grateful I had come there. It was time to see Diane, I concluded.