I am Reborn through Revenge

Prepare For Hunt

A day had passed and there was still no sign of Brady’s brother. I was in my room relaxing. I looked out my window and I noticed that the intensity of the light had waned. The pale yellow glimmer made me realize that the sun was already setting— the rays that passed through my large windows were weak.

Everywhere was unexpectedly looking peaceful as though all was well. In fact, if every other evening was like this, then I would hate "evening" for the rest of my life (everywhere was so boring and lonely). I had hoped that I will get to meet Brady's brother again. I was sitting on my favourite wooden stool that was very close to my bed. There, I was thinking about what I would say in our next meet. I was also thinking of what I could do or who I could use to get to the Queen.

Who had the closest link to the Queen? Is there a way I could cause a family war between them? Who could sabotage the alliance that exists in the Queen’s family?

I threw my eyes out of my window again, the evening weather was still as boring as hell. Everywhere was quiet but there was an advantage therein. I noticed that I focused even more on the weather. I mean on a normal day, I would be thinking about one thing while I get distracted by another. But it wasn't so in this case.

Finally, a thought snapped across my mind.

Prince Young!

Why did I remember him?

Yes! I think he was the only person that was cheated out of the political system. Young and Prince Nightwinder were twins but Night was made a Crown Prince. Meanwhile, nothing was given to him, not even the post of a councillor. He wasn't even a Knight. Why?

I laughed and rubbed at my left brow with my palm when I remembered this. This was starting to make sense. If Night had been a senior brother to Young, then that would have been more understandable but in this case, they were twins. It only showed that Queen Veronica preferred Nightwinder to Young. Does it mean Young wasn’t capable of leadership or what? Now, if I can be able to convince Young that he had every right to be the crown Prince just like his brother, then we could cause a family tussle that may linger into chaos, I thought.

Wise, Anon!

But wait! What if he refuses to reason along with me? Well, I just needed to remain positive.

Anyway, I think I had something I would tell Brady’s brother. I was sure he must like the plan.

Well, he had to unless he had something better to bring to the table. Something that would be achieved with less risk involved. Anything like that, I would opt-in.

I was on the verge of laughing out loud to myself when I heard a knock at my door. I squinted up my eyes immediately, maybe trying to confirm that what I heard was not just born out of my imagination. The sound then came again. But this time, gently.

I wasn’t expecting a visitor. I never did have visitors anyway. When I do, it's very rare. Unless of course, it was Brady. Maybe he had come back with an evening food, I thought.

“Who is there?” I asked.

“It's me, Knight Brant,” said a male voice. The voice was deep.

A knight in my place? What could be my offense? I wondered.

“Open the door.” I eyed my door attentively.

There was a little struggle with the door from the outside. I didn’t remember that I closed it myself the previous night, it was unlike me. “Please, wait. It is closed. I am coming to open it.”

The attempt to open the door stopped. I stood up quickly and went to the door, I gently opened it. There, I saw him. The man behind the deep voice. I believe it was Knight Brant like he said.

He was standing as tall as me outside and he was putting on his full military regalia. He had a type of face that didn't fit the Knighthood (he had a baby face). His nose was more pointed than mine and his bow lips had a feminine structure.

Immediately he saw me, he clenched his left hand into a fist and hit it on his chest. “Good day your Highness,” he said and bowed. He spoke with a low but rather rough voice this time. He kept a hairless face like me and it proved difficult to tell his age.

“To whom do I owe this visit?” I asked him. I still held the door with one arm; it was half-opened.

“Knight Brant.” he bowed again.

“What do you want?”

“The crown Prince sent for you.”

“What for?”

He raised his face and looked at me, with a little wrinkle at his forehead. “Today’s the hunting game. The crown Prince said I should remind you. He said you wouldn’t want to miss it.”

“Oh” left my lips suddenly. I had forgotten that the crown Prince invited me to come for the hunt and that should be today. And he had already sent a Knight to remind me about it. That means he didn’t want me to miss it. What I failed to understand was why Night would care. I don’t have to keep the gentleman waiting, I thought.

“Okay. Thank you! You can go now. I will be right behind you,” I told him.

“Uh!” he said and looked right inside my eyes. “The crown Prince would be more appreciative if I would come with you. Since you don’t know exactly where others might gather for the hunt, I think it would be best if I help you find them.”

“You want to help me?” I asked him.

He bowed, without saying a word. I think that was his way of saying YES. I began to check my schedule immediately. I wanted to know if there were other things I would do or that would need to be taken care of before I finally decide to go for the hunt. I had already told Brady how the meeting with his brother went in the morning time, so what’s next? My eyes unexpectedly fell on Knight Brant's silver armor, I admired the neatness. Maybe he was new to Knighthood or perhaps the armor was new.

“Alright,” I said and nodded. “Wait, let me put on my clothes.”

He nodded again. “I'll wait here.”

I jammed the door and headed straight to my wardrobe. I changed to all shades of black that gave me a comfortable loose fitting both on my chest and my legs. I didn't want to go into the forest in an uncomfortable clothes, it was bad for that kind of business.

When I was through, I picked my sword and walked towards the door. If I had other things that would have kept me away from going to the hunting game, then, believe me, I wouldn’t even attempt to go there. Because I never had a good feeling about it to start with. If I had, then I wouldn’t have bothered to take my sword with me. I tried not to think too much about what the forest holds for me out there. One thing I was sure was, Nightwinder wouldn’t try to jump and attack me in the open. He wasn’t that clumsy of a human. I didn’t understand where this skepticism growing inside me was coming from.

I came to my door but before I opened it, I took a deep breath, trying to let go of every negative thought I had within me. I jammed my hands on the door and grabbed the handle. “Let's go,” I said to him.

"Okay, Sir," he said.

He led the way on our way out.