It's been three months since I regained my memories or rather the memories of Brightborn. It's a weird feeling being in the body of the son of the person who murdered your father in cold blood even weirder seeing the killer almost every day and him acting all softly with you. It takes a lot out of me to not let my murder intent leak out but he wouldn't be a Duke for nothing if he didn't notice the difference or maybe it was the less than subtle gaze. "Will you swallow what's on your mind like your food or will you speak son?" He said while still busy with his breakfast.
I can't place my hands on the exact emotions I'm feeling right now or to be more precise whose emotions I'm truly feeling. I definitely hate and want to kill this man but this killing intent isn't entirely my own. It seems our Brightborn too wants the same,the warm blood of his father's blood dripping down his sword because unlike his father he'll rather kill his enemies in a way that they can see,with honour.
At first I was confused about this apparent bloodlust a son had for his father but soon enough I came to understand the justified hate.
It was on a rainy morning and I had just woken up from a nightmare in cold sweats. I relived seeing my father died and me crying with his blood on my hands,still warm, over and over again. That was no scene for a little child to see let alone be an active participant in. I got out of bed a little disoriented which seems to have become a staple in my daily activities. I went about my normal routine as Brightborn various meetings and greetings,as expected for the eldest son of a well known Duke.
I was in what could be considered an office though it was too luxurious for such a meager term when I felt this sharp but familiar pain in my head, "Ohh fuck,not this again". I fell to the ground holding my head while experiencing something that can only be described as sheer agony.
My name is Brightborn Everlight,son of Duke Everlight and I'm bored outta my mind. The days are always the same,same old routines and meetings and putting up a fake smile while dealing with fat, arrogant aristocrats so much so my responses seem predetermined and almost instant kinda like it was programmed.
Today was especially torturing since it was the annual meetings of the dukes and seeing as I was the eldest son it was paramount I attend. It started off just like any other meetings,a whole bunch of fake greetings and pleasantries,talks about economic growth or lack thereof seeing as they only seem to be getting fatter as the days go by while the lower city folks or the "peasants" as they call them are facing the full brunt of the recession and some other important discussions which is a fancy way of saying I'm bored listening to all these hypocritical aristocrats.
Everything seemed to be going relatively smoothly when suddenly a dog burst into the room and that's when I saw her. Her silver hair swaying in the wind as she runs to catch the dog," Benny stop!! Come back here!" She said,her voice resounding in the hall, sounding like symphonies of an angelic choir and I just couldn't take my eyes off her. "She's...wow!!" I exclaimed under my breath because I honestly couldn't think of anything else to say. Pretty sure the word I was going for was stunning but that didn't seem to be doing her any sort of justice. Long luscious silver hair draping down to her lower back, silver eyes that seem to reflect every day of light that intends to assault it, skin so glassy and smooth she looks like she was the special sculpture of the gods,her figure looks like she was built to tell time, I felt if it was a sin to look away from such a creation. It took mental strain not to bow in her presence but that'll be treason so I didn't.
Her dog ran up to my side, I crouched down to pet the adorable creature. I didn't think it through because less than a moment later her figure was standing over me and her figurine like legs were right in from of me. "Sorry my Lord" she said in an enticingly innocent voice. "Don't worry about it, what a cute fellow" I said, making sure to mellow out the usual coldness my voice always seems to be made from. I couldn't risk scaring her away now could I. She bowed and she scurried away with her beastly friend leaving me in a trance so much so I couldn't hear the other lords asking me to pardon such rudeness. My assistant Venice snapped me out of it and I proceeded with the rest of the meeting with the fat plumpy humans who all looks so disgustingly pale in comparison with the goddess incarnate I just saw. I beckoned to Venice to come, "Find out what you can about that girl and report it back to me" I needed to know more about that girl, I really doubted my mind would settle until I actually met her again and this time not just by pure chance.
I couldn't wait for the meeting to end, as each new topic was being brought up and new arguments are being made,my brain wandered,recollecting and replaying the highlight of the day. Her face,her voice that sounds as soft as willows but still endearing like a goddess herself is speaking to mortals, her sway that seems to effortlessly draw attention to herself, her eyes that glistens like a mirror in which every being in existence sees themselves for exactly who or what they really are. I couldn't help but smile at the replay of the scene playing in my head, I think Venice noticed "Sir, please we're in the middle of a meeting. I know you don't want to be here but just put up with it". I hurriedly maintained my composure before any of the lords noticed.
The sun had set when we were done with the meeting and I stood there,on the balcony of my room overlooking the city, still thinking about the girl. I couldn't seem to get her off my mind and the more I tried to the more she invaded my thoughts. I don't think I've ever been this captivated by anyone before not even the number of women my father and mother tried to betrothe to me all of which met my stern disapproval but this was completely different and I could feel it.
I heard a knock on my door and I granted permission for the visitor to enter, it was my assistant. "Venice, I told you you're free to do whatever you want after the day's work has been concluded". She replied "But the day's work isn't over yet my Lord, you still tasked me with finding details about the young lady that met your fancy " I could sense the obvious little playful tone of her statement and I just chucked in defeat, "okay okay, maybe I was a little intrigued by her but you saw her too. How's a man supposed to resist that?". She replied "Your statement would've made more sense but as you can see my lord, I am not man". We laughed and I told her " Are you here just to throw little jabs at me?", she replied "While I do enjoy doing so,no I am not. I've found as much details as I could about her which is surprisingly not a lot". I encouraged her to go on and she said three words that I'd come to regret enquiring for because maybe if I hadn't she wouldn't have ever met me and she wouldn't have met my father. Venice said "HER NAME IS ELAINE".