Chichester Mansion

Soirée

"Sometimes, reaching out and taking someone's hand is the beginning of a journey. At other times, it is allowing another to take yours."

-Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

Éclair's P.O.V.

His actions surprised me.

"Huh!. I beg your pardon."

His dark green eyes came back and his left was not glowing anymore.

"Why did you go out alone?"

"I just we-"

"I was there but you didn't ask me to accompany you. You have my number but you did not call me to fetch you. You have me, but you pretend that you don't have anyone. What do you think am I here for, my mistress?"

He pulled me to him and hugged me.

"I'm here to serve you meals, to make you tea, to pour water into your glass, to drive you wherever you want to go, to clean your shoes, to protect you. Use me a tool for you to live."

"Huh. I just went to the plaza."

"Please lady Eclair. Don't let your dog be apart from his master."

Why is he-

"You are not a dog! You are free to do whatever you want. I don't own you."

"I already told you lady Éclair. I exist only for you."

"..."

"You sounded angry."

"Forgive me my mistress, I was filled with worry."

"..."

"You were....worried?"

"Yes. I felt useless when you didn't consider my presence. When you didn't acknowledge my service."

I didn't know what to say. I was just quiet the whole time.

The people who were around me were always concerned about my well being because I'm a royalty who inherited our ancestor's ability. It was all I was.

I thought it was all I would ever be because they isolated me in fear of my status and power.

I thought he was the same. But, he understands me. He's different from them.

He let go of the hug, knelt his left knee on the floor and kissed my hand.

"All the people who gets close to me always suffer. Stay with me and you'll eventually fall as victim." I didn't want you to be like them.