Chapter 6 Dream or Nightmare…?

Murmurs filled the open space of the kingdom’s public square as the executioner lead Clark; whose face and body was all bruised up, his clothes torn to shreds, to the execution alter where he stood before the people’s judging eyes.

“Clark!!” A voice bellowed from an upper veranda causing an almost drop dead silence to envelop the arena. “Son of Raymond from the west clan of the Amerecks, on this day, you’ve been found guilty of treason and sentenced to death by beheading”

This evoked series of gasps and more murmur.

“Any last word?”

Everywhere grew quiet once again as the man of the moment who had had his head bowed slowly raised it up again to look at the dim and heavily clouded sky. A few minutes of silence passed by but it seemed to stretch to the people gathered there waiting for the drama

“Thank you” he finally said, voice low and groggy, having strained it from shouting due to pain from torture “for putting up with this ordinary and replaceable me all this years and making me feel like I’ve been living a life worth living beside you”

He sighs

“And I’m sorry for being inefficient, slow and lazy to the point where you had to do things yourself”

“What’s he saying?” he heard someone say and he smiled

“I know I once said that if I were to be reborn, I would want to be reborn in an opposite predicament” he sighed, tears welled up in his eyes “but sincerely, I wouldn’t mind coming back to you if that would allow me make amends for everything I had not done”

“I am sorry”

The people’s confused murmur grew but that only made him smile

I’m sure my message got through to who it was intended for’ he thought as he was pulled towards the executioner table, his head placed on it as the executioner did his blade wielding dance

“I’m sorry my lady” he closed his eyes “but this is as far as I can go” he whispered and just then the bulky executioner stopped by his side and in a swift move of his blade…

…THUWK

“ARGH!” Clark jumps to sit up with a shout on his bed, sweat flowing down his body as if he had dropped a bowl of water on himself

“Fuck” he breathed out after having calmed himself, “I had forgotten that that happened” he sighed

The past seemed to be recalling themselves back to him through dreams which are slowly turning into nightmares this past few days.

He brushed his teeth to prepare for the party he was to go to in an hour time.

Sure Clark had more often than not revisited the past many times through dreams, meeting the princess seemed to have made them more persistent and darker than before.

Just as he finished spraying his cologne, his phone began ringing from the bedside table and he picked it up to see that it was from Lucas.

“Hello” he answers while adjusting the cufflink of his tuxedo shirt

“Mr. Anderson!”

He paused when instead of Lucas, Catra’s voice blasted through the device

“Miss Catra?” he asked to be sure

“Hmmm” she hummed in affirmation “we’re already outside your penthouse and ready to go” she said like an excited child going for an adventure

“Hey what do you think you’re doing? Give me that” he hears Lucas’s voice sounding like he was rushing to her from a distance, while Catra giggled.

“We know you’re the boss and all sir but don’t keep your surbodinates waiting” she chimes as she seemed to be running away from Lucas who wanted his phone back

“Damn it” Lucas voice sounded like a whisper as he seemed to have finally collected it “sorry about that sir, please take your time” he apologized

“Hey don’t say that now, he should hurry up and…”

And with that the line went off

Clark snorted, a smile on his lips

“Those two” he chides as he walked out the penthouse, they are alyways bickering but despite that, they seemed to have warmed up to each other in the one week Catra had spent with them.

She was genuinely sincere and easy going, jovial and happy and that made a lot of people warm up to her easily.

It was no wonder why he hasn’t been able to get a drop on her on his revenge in the past week, instead he found himself wanting to see more of her smiling, laughing and talking cheerfully like she didn’t get todo in her past life

He stepped into the elevator of the penthouse

He hasn’t given up on his revenge though, that he was sure of or was he…

‘Why was he taking revenge again?’ he always thought to himself and always immediately reminds himself of how he had been treated by her before

He grits his teeth

But then again, he thought about the dream he had had before now and scoffed

‘It could also pass as a good dream though’ he thought to himself as he stepped out of the elevator ‘after all, that was not the day I died’

Flashback

The executioner raised his sword high and before he could swiftly remove Clark’s head with it, an arrow whisked through the wind aiming at the man who sharply dodged it making him loss his hold on the blade which dropped with a swift thwuck close to Clark’s head

People gasped in shock and panic as they all turned to looked at where the arrow had been shot from and standing at the top of one of the high buildings surrounding the square was princess Catra in her war gear and a black hooded cloak, her arrow container slung behind her, her bow in hand.

She looked relaxed with her hair flowing with the wind as her caramel eyes stared intently at Clark

He had been saved

The princess saved him

The elevator dinged open and Clark stepped out and with a few more walks out of the building complex to the cool night of june, to be greeted by the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

“Mr. Anderson!” Catra called out with her crescent eyed smile as she waved him over making his heart skip a beat

He has seen a lot of beautiful things in this world but nothing could compare to Catra in an extravagant black sequin gown that glittered in the night light, complementing her pale skin.

Little rose flowers design the net material of the gown that covered her arms, shoulders and a bit of her chest so her collar bone and a bit of her cleavage show through the material.

And no matter how many times he sees it, nothing compares to the feelings he gets every time she smiles.

Not to mention she had on a bit of smoky makeup and had her hair tied in a bun with few strands falling out at the front sides of her head

She looked…

“Mr Anderson, you look gorgeous” Catra gaped at him in a fangirl manner as she subtly checked out her boss.

“And you look super beautiful miss Catra” he said and that was followed by utter silence as Catra’s eyes widen, Lucas’ mouth fall open and Catra squealed

“He says I’m beautiful” she twirled playfully before throwing a mocking smile at Lucas who averted his face with an embarrassed blush “you’re the only one who doesn’t know a beauty when you see one Lucas” she mocks the man “even THE Mr Anderson knows I’m beautiful”

She finished with her own soft blush making Clark smile

“Hmm hmm” Lucas cleared his throat getting their attention or rather trying to shift it from him “we should get going now”

He said and was about to round the car and open the door for Clark but he beats him to it but instead of getting on it himself, he ushers Catra in instead

“What?” Catra asked surprised not moving an inch and Lucas was no different as he stood wide eyed looking at the scene in front of him strangely

“It’s normal manners and courtesy to hold the door open for a lady as beautiful as yourself miss Catra”