Belle Adams' Butler
Waking up from a nightmare several hours before dawn, Belle fetched a drink of water. She paused in front of her kitchen's window when she noticed a lit lantern in front of her mansion's garden. Her butler stood there, shovel in hand. This was no hour to be gardening. Curious, she made her way outside, but when she had gotten close enough to see a large and hollow pit next to her eternally-stoic and polite butler, she saw him pick up a rotten body. A DEAD BODY! Her eyes widened fearfully when she saw her handsome butler drop the rotting body into the fresh hole. She asked in horror, "What are you doing?!" Surprised to see his young miss awake at this hour, he stared at her with the same expression he had been keeping up for all these years. He had made sure she was asleep before coming here. "Gardening." "And the body?!" she looked at him in disbelief. "Fertilizer," he answered her before picking up the shovel that was on the ground. Belle was now certain something had possessed her butler. Who gardened dead bodies?! She then heard him ask her, "Want to help me in planting it, Miss Adams?" he gave her a sweet smile. Note: If you enjoy a book of comedy with light-hearted romance and a gothic background. This book is for you~
Another guest- Part 1
Do add the new book 'The Crown's Obsession' to your library for reading if you haven't done it yet.
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The beginning of the winter was mostly hard for the servants in the mansion as they lived in the lower quarters and once the cold would sink through the walls, especially for the humans it would be hard. Woods in the fireplaces was left to burn with logs of woods being added to keep the mansion as warm as possible.
The servants today were quieter than the other days that had come to pass by them. After the revelation of the rabbit that could walk and talk, they appeared to be working by themselves while keeping a watch to make sure there was nothing more in the mansion that would pop out of the blue.
Belle was seated in the drawing-room, discarding the chair, she sat on the ground with her feet crossed and the palms of her hands feeling the warmth coming from the fireplace.