Candela

Two days had passed and Candela suddenly felt incomplete. Yeah, it was surprising for her to felt that way because of only one reason. It was him, Lord Blade.

After he caught him with Liam’s arm wrapped around her waist and ready to kiss her, she thought that Lord Blade will interrogate her. Or either punish her again for what she did and what he saw. After all, he has the right to be mad at her, right?

There were connection between them. Not just a simple connection but a bond. A mate bond. But for the days passed, Candela haven’t seen Lord Blade. He didn’t intrude on her room that night as she expected. All the reasons she prepared were useless.

And now, she felt it strange. Strange that Lprd Blade didn’t confront her. Strange that she felt incomplete upon not seeing him, mad in front of her. Having his tantrums and hearing the lord’s demands.

Candela sighed heavily while eating her food. In fact, she wasn’t able to focus on her foods as her thoughts didn’t allowed her to. She’s been doing this for the two days, even if she tried to be not distracted by him, still, it’s futile.

She felt dull all of the sudden. Her days were gloomy and she thinks that only when she saw Lord Blade could turn her back to normal. How ironic for her right?

She went on to the Crimson Palace with only one thing on her mind and that was her revenge. But as the time goes by, she slowly forgot what is her purpose on being in the palace. And the worst is, her emotions that she was reigning over the years slowly became weaker. Now, her emotions are now affecting her. Even she didn’t want to, she couldn’t do anything to get back from where she started.

She is Candela. That Candela who’s heart is as hard as rock. Her has heart of stone. No emotions. She didn’t allowed her heart to intrude her mind. But now, she can’t say that she’s still that Candela. She couldn’t say that she’s still that Candela who can reigned her emotions. Because as of now, when she looked at her own reflection, it was the new Candela she can see.

From being hard to being soft. Fuck! What she needs to do now?

If that continues to happen then her defeat can be totally predicted. What’s the purpose of staying in the castle when she already knew it. That at the end of the day, she’ll be lost the battle she started.

It was started from being associated with Primo. Then now, being emotionally dependent with Lord Blade. All things she have plan just turned into messed. Now she’s thinking twice if she really need to continue her revenge.

How about Primo? The trust she earned from the child. Primo doesn’t want to be betrayed.

How about Lord Blade? He was her mate. He marked her and she did the same thing. Does she needs to end that bond but how?

‘And how about your parents?’ her inner voice spoke up. Candela blinked twice as she could feel her eyes watered. This is the another problem with her.

Before, when she leave the city, she promised to herself that she won’t going to cry again because there’s no place for her tears. Crying was over. Crying wasn’t belong to her vocabulary. But now? Oh, now… crying was her choice when she felt difficulties. Crying is the only way she can do when all things tangled.

‘Focus, Candela. You need your victory.’ It was her inner voice again. Her inner voice that motivates her to continue what she have started.

Candela sighed again before standing up and takes her plates to the faucet to wash. After she wash her plates, she headed straightly through the library room. There’s lot of books she needs to read. Well, all her task was finished. All she needs to do was to wait for Primo until he finishes his lessons. That’s what her life goes on… inside the palace of Crimson.

When she entered the library, she was taken aback when she saw someone sitting on the middle of the room. A very familiar figure of someone was turning his back on her direction but Candela is hella sure that it was him… it was the vampire whom she waited to see.

Candela’s feet seems nailed on the floor. She couldn’t take steps away from him. But why does she needs to stay away from him, again? Well, staying away from him wasn’t her choice that time. All she could do was to looked at his back.

Her anger just awaken. Sending voltage of pain to her. All what happened that night came to her mind again. Her innocence that just broke because of what she have witness.

And then, the vampire whom she’s looking to, turned around and welcomed her with a smile on his face. Candela’s fists turned into balls. She’s staring at him intently.

“Miss Rio? Do you need anything?” She wasn’t able to answer him back as her mind was in the focus of trailing her eyes on his face. The face that she couldn’t forgot. The face that gives nightmares on her when she was still a kid… no parents around because of him. Because of Lord Magnus…

“Are you alright, Miss Rio?” Lord Magnus stood up.

Candela diverted her eyes for a seconds before facing Lord Magnus again. She faked a smile. “I’m alright, Lord Magnus. I was about to stay here while waiting for Lord Primo as he was still busy. I didn’t know that you were here, sorry.” She bowed her head slightly.

“No, it’s okay. Why not join me here? I didn’t know you’re fond of books. I mean, you could wait Primo on the garden but you chooses to be here. Join me, Miss Rio.”

‘Join him?’

That was a great idea.

Candela faked a smile again before walking in the couch. She sat down while her eyes are still on Lord Magnus.

Lord Magnus smiled at her. But a kind of smile with unknown emotion on it. “You want some tea?” Candela shook away her head for his invitation.

“I’m alright, Lord Magnus,” she said instead.

The lord coughed. “Miss Rio, can I asked you something?”

Her eyes bit widened before she nodded. Was he going to asked her with who she really is just like what Lord Blade used to asked on their first meeting?

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She stiffened. “M–my p–parents?” she stuttered as she’s holding her breath.

“Yes or maybe, can I asked on which clan you came from?”

On that moment, when Lord Magnus was asking her, only one two words can used to describe her state. She’s fuming mad. Her anger was unbearable to the point that she just wanted to attack the lord and kill him with her bare hands.

Was he kidding her? Really? Asking her about her parents who killed by him. She just wanted to wringgle his neck using her hands. How she wished she could do that?

“My parents are already gone. Because of eagerness to the power of some, my parents needs to die just to make their ambitions come true,” she said, sort of hitting Lord Magnus.

The lord’s face softened but who cares? She didn’t. It won’t lessen her hatred towards him.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Miss Rio…”

“No, you don’t have to. You’re not the one whp’s responsible for their death after all,” she replied, bu deep inside, Candela wanted to shout. She badly wants to rub on to Lord Magnus face that he… he is the one she’s talking to. He is the one who she deeply loathed. That he is the reason of her miseries.