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~
"He's waking up," said Belle when she caught sight of the man trying to move his fingers and his head slowly pushing into the surface of the pillow.
Councilman Joshua opened his eyes, feeling his head heavy and pain at the side of his head. He looked up at the ceiling of the bed, nice looking wood and the drapes of curtain that looked as if he were in heaven because this was not his room. Was he perhaps dreaming? But why was his head hurting? He raised his hand towards his head, rubbing his temples, life in dreams felt so peaceful, thought the man to himself.
He then tried to get up, but something held him back. He noticed the ropes that were tied around his legs. He then came to realise what just happened. His eyes flew wide open when he looked at Miss Adams and the butler who he was scared of. He tried to hurry away.
"Relax, Joshua. We are not going to hurt you," informed the butler.