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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~

Belle Adams' Butler

Belle sat on her bed with her knees pulled close to her chest, her hands holding around her legs as she stared at the fireplace that Lucas was adding wood too. After feeling the guilt that rose in her chest, she hadn't spoken a word and quietly sat in her bed.

Though it wasn't entirely her fault as Barron was the one who caused the door to fall, Belle couldn't help but feel terrible for the death of the woman and the girl who must have been her daughter.

Lucas was still stoking the woods while removing the pile of ashes to place it to the sides so that they wouldn't hinder the woods from burning and providing heat in the room. Winter had already appeared and soon in time, the clouds would start to snow and the entire land would turn to a gloomy curtain of white.

"What was that?" asked Barron in a quiet voice without letting Belle hear what he was saying, "She is a mortal. How do you expect her to know everything?"

Broken walls- Part 1