LUNAFEY

CHAPTER 14

We followed Angus into the kitchen, where he seemed to be leading the way. Apparently, Angus had a history with Rosa, which he never talked about, he had admired her from afar. But She had married another man, unaware of Angus's feelings for her. At the time, Angus and I were traveling to the far side of the kingdom, intending to visit a neighboring king who had a business on the border of our realm. Angus had told Rosa about me, but she hadn't believed the tales of the Harbingers' legendary status.

However, when her family was tragically killed, Rosa sought out Angus, driven by a desire for justice. After finding the justice she sought, she remained at the castle, having nothing to return to. We took her in, and she was struck by our youthful appearance despite the many years that had passed. She soon took on a caretaker role, tending to our needs, although I wouldn't comment on her cooking skills - we ate to survive, rather than savor. Angus seemed to have rekindled his attachment to Rosa, but he kept his distance, respecting her recent loss.

As I watched them chatting merrily, memories came flooding back of Angus's pain when he learned she was getting married. He had traveled miles to see her, but didn't stop the wedding or even meet with her. I walked over to the table and sat down, trying to shake off the thoughts.

Just then, Bay approached Luna casually, making my blood boil. It was as if he had practically jumped ship from me to her. I seethed inwardly. "Brilliant," I muttered to myself, trying to keep my emotions in check.

I noticed the two individuals Rosa brought with her whispering something to Luna, and then they began walking towards me. I casually picked up an apple from the center of the table and started eating it, trying to appear nonchalant. "Master Cedric," the older-looking girl said as they approached, "I'm Marie, and this is my twin brother Maël." I exclaimed, "Huh!" with my apple paused in front of my mouth. "Twin brother? I thought you were older." Marie chuckled shyly, "We get that a lot".

Marie continued, "Rosa is our aunt, and she said we could live here..." I interrupted her, "It's alright, stay as long as you want." I assumed she wanted to ask my permission personally. I inquired, "What about your parents?" but my mind was still wandering about what she had whispered to Luna before approaching me. Maël responded, his voice tinged with sadness, "They're missing." The sorrow on their faces was visible and I knew something was wrong.

I ran my free hand through my hair, deep in thoughts. "This can't all be a coincidence," I thought to myself. I looked at Marie and Maël, seeing the worry and sadness on their faces. "You're safe here," I assured them. "I know you're worried about your parents, but I promise we will find them." My words were met with a smile, and they both nodded, seeming to relax a bit. They headed towards Luna, who was laughing and chatting with Bay, oblivious to my displeasure.

My anger flared up at the sight, and I found myself getting up from my seat on impulse. The room seemed to divide into three distinct groups: Angus and Rosa, engrossed in their own conversation; Luna, Bay, and the twins, enjoying their lively chat; and me, standing alone, feeling like an outsider. I made my way towards Luna and Bay, my movements driven by a mix of emotions: possessiveness, jealousy, and a hint of protectiveness.

"Are we expecting lunch anytime soon?" I asked gruffly, trying to mask my jealousy Marie sprang into action, her brother following close behind. "I'll set the table," she said, her enthusiasm a stark contrast to my mood. Luna, still gazing at Bay, chimed in, "I'll get the pot." Bay, equally energetic, added, "Alright, I'll help too." I felt like I was being ignored, and my frustration boiled over. "I'll...help too," I stuttered, trying to insert myself into the conversation.

I swiftly grabbed the dish of mashed potatoes from Luna's hands, and the room fell silent. Every eye was on me, and I wondered what I had done wrong. But before I could react, Angus hastily approached me. "Ric...Emm," he started, clearing his throat to correct himself. "Master Cedric, this isn't work for you." He gently took the dish from my hands, and I felt frustrated a little.