The throne room was too quiet.
I stood in the centre, chains biting my waists, my crown gone, my dignity stripped away. The nobles that I once protected stared at me like I was a total stranger.
My brother stepped forward.
I knew that he was always jealous of me, but I didn't think it would ever escalate to this level.
"Lucian Crownhart, you are charged with treason."
Treason.
Me, overwhelmed with emotions, said "I treated you like my family- my everything. how can you do this to me? Is this how you repay me?
My brother raised his hand.
"Execute him right this instant!"
The sword swung. Pain exploded, and my legs gave out.
I fell to my knees only to see their smiling faces. As darkness swallowed me, one promise burned inside my fading soul:
I will return... and you will return ever touching my crown.
I didn't know how much time had passed. I thought to myself maybe years.
Then suddenly, a sharp pain. My eyes snapped open.
I looked around and saw a person trying to wake me up.
"Ren, wake up!"
Is that my name?
The boy looked confused and said, "Yes, you are Ren Waltzan."
I instantly understood that I had been reincarnated. I thought to myself. I asked waht year it was.
The boy said it was the year 997.
I remembered that I was killed into the year 987. I whispered:
"A new decad.
A new name.
A new life."
But my heart still belonged to the man they killed. I stood up, brushing the dirt off my clothes as I whispered to the wind, a smile forming on my face.
Wait for me, my dear family. I am coming back to take everything you stole from me.