You bask in the warmth of the sun dancing across your cheeks as you begin to awake. Someone all too familiar sitting at your bedside, holding your hand. He’s sitting upright and yet he seems to be asleep. All of this is all too familiar as you take in your surroundings, the memories slowly coming back to you.

You knew this place, this grand bedroom looking exactly like the one from your past life, a terrible, tragic life. And the older boy at your bedside very closely resembling your brother from that life. It takes a while for it to click irregardless of all the obvious signs but eventually it sinks in, somehow.. you’ve returned to the past. You have the memories of a whole future you may or may not have lived, perhaps it was just a dream you dreamt in your comatose state but.. the memories that assault your mind are haunting, your constant vindictive cruelty right til the end, an end brought to you well before it should have in a fitting form of execution for your crimes.

Everything began with the moment you lie in right now, or maybe it began a little earlier; a week ago to be precise, you had poisoned your brother and for days he was close to death, the healers only barely managing to save him. Nobody knew it was you who had done so, well.. nobody except his loyal butler, Cassian, who suspected you but had no proof. What happened next was a cruel twist of fate, you had fallen ill with the same affliction as your elder brother, your father suspected it to be the unknown culprit of your brother’s poisoning who had poisoned you as well but you know you did not poison yourself. Of course it could’ve been Cassian as justice for his charge, but for some reason from that moment onwards you would always suffer the same symptoms as the one you harm but a few days later. Whether it be a curse or perhaps divine punishment you never figured out. In those memories you continued harming people without care for the backlash your own health received, alas it at least prevented you from attempting murder again.