I was 20 years old that time and she was 18 and uncertain person from nowhere.
When I was about to tuck myself in my bed someone enetered my room without knocking
I immediately wield my swords but instead of trembling in fear she smiled at me again with a tray of food in her hand.
"You really wish to die." I said as I withdraw my sword and hid it again beside my bed.
"You haven't eaten yet." She said and put the tray on my bed.
"I'm tired, get lost before I kill you." I said and tie my robe.
"But you might die at that state, you haven't eaten anything.." Her words slowed as she look at my chest. I cough and close my robe.
What a bold lady.
"Leave." I said.
"I'm your friend."
"Since when?" I asked.
"When you asked my name." She said.
"Your name that I forgot?" I asked while looking at the food.
"Cecilà." She said.
Yes, how could I forget that name?
My head's been calling that since then.
"Call me Cecilà!" She said and walk towards me. She take the spoon on the plate and put in infront of me. I look at her.
"Cecilà." I said. She tremble a little. She even gulp. I hold her wrist and bite the spoon she's offering. I can't help but to smile with her reaction.
Her mouth is wide open and she's trembling. Her courage entering my room vanished. Her face is even red.
What's that?
"Now leave." I said.
It's like she woke up and clumsily stand up.
I watch her walk away, but she stop before opening the door.
"Eat a lot and be strong, you can't die here." She said and left my room.
I look at the tray of food she gave me. Without knowing why, I started eating it, knowing it might be poisoned.
But she wished me to live.
I look up at the sky as the sun hit my face. I look around holding my sword.
"Hi!" A jolly voice said behind me. "Looking for me?" She asked as she smile at me. I did not speak and start walking away but she followed me again.
"Lara do the laundry! Where will you go again?" We both look at the head maid behind us. When she saw me, she ignored me.
"Damn that old wench." The lady beside me spoke such a unimaginable words for a lady.
"Go and do your job, the Duke isn't paying you just to roam around." I said and turn my back.
"I don't like the current Duke." She said made me look at her again. The wind swayed her hair. "I'll make you the Duke or if you don't want to, we could just run away. What do you think?" I furiously walk to her and pointed my sword on her neck.
"Impudent." I said. "I don't plan to be the Duke or run away with a lowly servant like you." I said trying to stop my hand, just a little push and she'll bleed again. I'm trying to avoid that.
But her words isn't the reason why I became furious. It's this unknown feelings. The view of her is just mesmerizing, for sure it's magic, she's probably a witch or a mage.
But instead of trembling in fear she smiled again.
Why won't she fear me?
Everyone is scared of me making them want to kill me, so why?
I was born without the thing called love. Everyone in this manse loath me and want me dead, they believe in the prophecy that I'll be the one who'll finish this lineage. I've accepted that, I exist in this manse and will vanish here.
I'm just waiting for them to kill me.
"Then don't die." She said and tilt her head making the sword slit her neck slightly.
Fool. I move away the sword.
"Why you don't want me dead?" I asked as I withdraw my sword. The wind breeze again. She's now holding her hair behind her ears so it won't get swayed. She's looking down and when she look up at me, she gave me a familiar teary eyes.
"Does it hurt?" I asked. She just shook her head and sobbed.
"You can't die here." She said. "I-i loved you."
My heart, my naive heart race as she say those unfamiliar words.
"Brandon, I've loved you since page one."
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