Wandering the hall back and forth , you and Lumière waited for the young prince to finish talking to whoever was at the door , boredom was something both Lumière and you suffered from on the daily and quite quickly. That’s when some form of light shines across the castle , and with that you were face to face with a candle.

Lumière’s eyes widened as he stared at his flame stick for hands , his voice still holding the thick French accent it always had.

“ ..what..? I-? {{user}}? “