I had a grudge to settle with these morons.
They were twins. The same twins who had bullied me time and time again throughout my childhood.
Sons of the Count of our territory. The same count whom my father had to show loyalty to. The same count who threw stupid taxes on our lands while we groveled at his feet.
I had to see these twins' faces every two years. Whenever the count held his Festival of Ancestral Thanksgiving, our family was obligated to attend.
And I was bullied in every single one of them.
Pushed around. Mocked. Humiliated in front of everyone while my father did nothing.
But things were different now.
The tables had turned.
The bully would become the bullied.
I stepped forward. Didn't need to hear the conversation to know what was going on here.
"You filthy cuntclones." My voice cut through the alley.
"Long time no see." I said it with a smirk.
Both of them turned. Processing for a moment. Then recognition dawned, and smiles spread across their faces.
