It's creepy

Sitting on the plume blanche diamond encrusted sofa, Luna just watched Gael playing with his own right arm that was on the table. He was intertwining his left fingers with it like he is practicing to hold a girl's hand. And he is doing this while he is waiting for his right arm to grow back.

"Have you counted how many times the King cut off your limbs?" She asked to watch him do that.

"I'm so handsome that my King cut off my limbs a hundred times within almost a year." He sat properly, adjusting his grown right arm.

"And he will cut off a limb again after saying that." She shook her head and continued knitting a capucha (snow gloves), her new hobby.

"Sorry to me." He chuckled, emphasizing the sarcasm in 'sorry' not minding his limbs be cut again.

"How about Thiago? Has he ever lost a limb?"

Now she was curious about Thiago. She doesn't usually see him in the castle nowadays.

"Ma King loves him so much that he forgets how handsome this man is called Savage." He answered proudly but with sarcasm as he stood up to sit on her opposite side.

She shook her head from his out-of-topic answer. Her valet is something you can't understand if you don't know him for long.

"I can't see him often in the castle, what does he do?" She asked again hoping for a helpful answer from his full-of-self valet.

He sighed knowing that his milady is serious and she wants a direct answer.

"He works in replace of my King. Since you have been serving ma King, he doesn't need to work in the castle except for cleaning his room." He leaned his head to the plume blanche diamond encrusted sofa and looked at the ceiling.

"I wonder how Nevarro ditch beautiful women at work." Now he is chuckling.

"That old man could be the most satisfied man if he fucked those women into him."

She shook her head in disbelief. There he is again. His pervert self.

"How old is he?"

She heard him humming like he was thinking.

"He lived within 5 centuries as of now."

Jaw dropped, she looked at him in disbelief.

"500 years? That's too long... h-how about you?"

His face was proud as he looked at her.

"I am handsomely 8 decade-old, mi reina. And I've fucked more than Nevarro's age."

She rolled her eyes, continuing her work. That's normal from Linneus Gael Villaruel Savage to tell how many girls he had fucked. This is her handsome pervert maniac 80 years old valet. And she bets that Stella will be one of his lists. Well, she can tell that in his determination to fuck her and she knows Stella. She would be happy to hear Gael inviting her to have sex. She can tell that with her best friend's first impression of him.

In her 11 months of living in the castle, she had known her valet very well. She can tell when he is lying and upset. She knows his hobby, which is fucking different girls. But no one can deny that he is responsible and he is protective. He does what is told to him and what he promised. He also makes sure of her health and comfort.

Lunch had come, and she went downstairs to prepare for the King's meal. With the help of the cooks, she made a devilled kidney lamb cooked in a spiced sauce and pea meal bacon, and lean boneless pork loins.

Gael was grinding the strawberries. Some cooks are making an appetizer. Since the new mistress joined the work inside the cuisine, they have tasted different delicious dishes made of different meat. Desserts are served and wines become more interesting to drink.

After cooking for the meal, she served it to the King's room. She would put his meal on the glass table and then he would get it. She was just staring at his hands and admiring it.

"Have you ever tried shaving your skin, marido?"

He didn't respond for about a minute.

"If it worked, there won't be a problem."

So shaving his hairy skin doesn’t work. She was imagining what he could look like. Was his skin in the face hairy too? What could his eyes look like?

She has been bombarded by her own question all these months. Could he look like the prince in Beauty and the Beast? She was curious about how he looks but opts to disregard her curiosity.

"Isn't it lonely to be alone in the dark, marido?" She started speaking again, after a long silence.

"Darkness has always been feared by most people. And the only one who could bear it was the ones who'd been there. But I believe that the one who doesn't fear darkness is strong. So it is okay to be in the dark, marido." She looked somewhere in the darkness.

"It's okay to be there. It's okay to hide. It's okay to withdraw. You don't need others' opinions to live. You might be there in the dark, but I can feel you, marido."

When she was at the orphanage, the room they slept in was dark. They taught them to haunt animals and how to kill them. When she was adopted, her father wouldn't allow her to turn the lights on during the night. He would tell her creepy and dark stories. It was part of her life as a young child and she could only do it as her father says because she's grateful to him.

Her life outside the castle has been creepy and dark except when her father and Stella happened in her life. They were the most precious people she has ever treasured. And here she is, missing those people, but the other one is gone. It's been 11 months.

11 months...

11 months of living in the freedom she believes. It has been good to be in the castle, reading stories and history, planting flowers, watering them, cooking meals, wiping furniture, trying hard to draw... There are so many things she has done in the castle, and now she is learning to knit.

"Thank you, marido."

As the door closed before his eyes, he felt this creepy uneasiness within him. Whenever she closes that door... he feels nothingness. It's empty. The room is empty. He always wanted her not to leave his eyes, if he could do so.

He wanted to erase this kind of feeling but it comes back when he can't see her, feel her, and hear her. He wants her to come back but finds himself sitting there by himself.

Alone.

So this is what they call 'alone'.

It's creepy.