Candela

“Candela!” She turned her back to meet the woman who called her attention while she’s sweeping the floor on the veranda. It was Lucille, one of the maids that are also assigned to the third floor same as her. All of the maids, only Lucille is the one that seems to treat her nicely.

“Do you need something, Lucille?” she inquired.

“I came here to tell you that Lord Primo is expecting you to his room with a plate of snacks. Leave your task for a while, the Young Lord seems so hungry.” She nodded before leaving the tools and equipment she’s using for cleaning. She rashly went to the first floor to get some snacks for her Young Master. As soon as she gets some, she went back to the third floor and headed directly through Primo’s room.

As she was trailing the long hallway, she accidentally saw the door of the library that’s open. So, without further hesitation, she walked in the direction of the library and planning to close the door. But to her surprise, she was thrown off-guard when she saw Lord Blade inside. Silently reading a book while sitting in the enormous window of the library. From where she is, she saw how the sunlight kissed his tanned skin. The bright light bounced through his dark hair. And the side view look of him just seems strikingly impressive.

When the prince slightly moves, that’s when Candela realized what she was doing. Seriously? She is watching that pompous prince from afar? Well, that’s something…

‘This is bad. All way wrong, Candela.’

She immediately stepped back from the open door and continued to walk through her real destination. What was that, Can? You’re unbelievable… For fuck sake, she just looks turned on when she saw him.

Candela shook her head exaggeratedly. That can’t be! She licks her lips that suddenly went dry when she saw Lord Blade. And before she entered Primo’s room, she breathes hard.

She pasted a small smile before getting Primo’s attention who’s facing the outside view from the glass wall. “Sorry if I took so long, Primo,” she apologized. Soon, Primo turned to face her. Also smiling at her brightly. Primo then walked near her so Candela put the tray on the breakfast table.

“Help yourself, my Lord,” she said after preparing the plates and juice for Primo.

“Help yourself too, Candelita. I’m not going to eat that all by myself.” She chuckled when Primo winked at her cutely.

She curtly smiles before taking the seat right opposite Primo’s chair. “How was studying your instruments a while ago with your mentor earlier?” Candela asked.

Primo grimaced at her. “You know what, Candelita? My everyday lessons about instruments are so boring. I already knew about those lessons though.” Primo rolled his eyes that makes her grin.

Candela slightly lifted her butt from the chair to messed Primo’s well comb and shiny hair. “Even if you knew those things already, you must study it again. It will enrich your knowledge, trust me.”

The child sighed before taking a spoonful of raspberry cake. “Fine. If you’re the one who told me what I should have done, then, I’ll willingly obey you. You’re truly like my sister just like what my dreams told me.”

She put down her fork before looking at Primo with her forehead furrowed. “Dreams?” she curiously asked. “What was your dream all about then?” she inquired again.

Primo lifted his eyes to meet her puzzled face. “Well, last night, I dream of you,” the child started. “Based on my dreams, we were very close siblings. You are my older sister and I was your little brother… Little Primo to be exact.”

As Primo continues to tell his dreams to her, Candela’s thoughts tangled. Especially when Primo told the words ‘Little Primo’. It seems like she already heard those two words, it’s so familiar to her ears but she couldn’t point out where and when did she heard that. Little Primo…? Her mind puzzled even more.

Until Primo finishes his snacks, Candela went into the child’s room still confused. Her minds forcefully recall those two words but to no avail, her efforts turn futile. She was dead sure that she already heard that but when?

“When Candela?” she mumbled to herself while climbing down the stairs. Till she stepped inside the kitchen to wash the empty trays of plates, her mind is still on the words Primo uttered.

“Thinking so deep, milady?” Candela suddenly jumped out a bit when she heard a deep baritone voice beside her while washing the dishes.

And when she faced the jerk, she instantly rolled her eyes at Liam. “What do you need, Mister so-called ‘Head Knight?” Her words were coated with sarcasm.

Liam chortled on her pun. “I already told you, milady, stop calling me Mister nor that so-called ‘Head Knight’. We’re friends right?”

Candela mockingly laughed. “That’s a joke, isn’t it?”

“No… We’re friends of course-”

“Well sorry to say this, but we were not. Stop dreaming of us becoming friends, Mister.” She turned off the faucet and wiped out her wet hands using the towel. She faced Liam again. “I still have works to do, like polishing and sweeping the floor. So, may I excuse myself, dreamy knight?” Liam was supposed to answer back but Candela quickly run away from him and went out of the kitchen. Liam just shook his head while chuckling.

“So, you’re back?” Candela’s body went rigid as she could feel her heart palpitating so hard against her ribcage. “How was your voyage to the east, Curly?” She quickly hides from the nearest statue so that, Lord Blade and a young beautiful maiden he was talking to won’t see her.

From where she was hiding, she saw the lady clung her hands on Lord Blade’s nape before smiling sweetly yet tempting. The lady even trails her tiny fingers into the lord’s perfect jawline.

“It wasn’t good as before. It was so different of course, that you’re not with me.” Candela’s eyes widened when the lady snake her arms tighter. Intentionally pressing her breast into the broad chest of Blade. “Next time, come with me again, Blade and then, we will do the same thing we did before. Remember that, Blade?”

Blade grinned cockily. “Of course, who wouldn’t remember that steamy night with you, Curly…”

Candela should step back and go out of the place where Lord Blade and the lady named Curly are but her feet… damn her feet! Her feet seem nailed on the floor.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I have a welcoming gift for you, Curly.”

Curly pushed slightly Blade’s body off her to put a small distance before smiling from ear to ear. “What is it, My Blade–”

Her words were cut off when Blade’s lips crashed hers. From where Candela is, her breath seems taken away from her. She witnesses the intense scene that she shouldn’t be watching. Hastily, she ran out from the place and headed through nowhere. She just entered on the door that he didn’t know who owns. A black bed welcomed her while she leaned back on the door.

Breath in, breath out is what all she does as she recalling what she has witnessed earlier on the veranda. Good thing… good for her that they didn’t notice her because if ever they do, she’ll be skinned alive.

“The heck, Candela… that was so near!” she said to herself before beating her head.