Belle Adams' Butler

"Hmm, maybe. She should have done something terrible to have Damien defang her," Belle responded to him. 

"You know I used to worry about you going to Quinn's mansion when you were small," confessed Lucas and Belle's smile widened, "I used to care, Belle."

"I didn't know," answered Belle, "You were always this expressionless, Lucas."

"When did it change then?" he asked her, his eyes curious.

"It was the rain," muttered Belle and Lucas raised his brows, "Why were you worried about me going to Quinn's mansion?"

"Because of the bad company where you will learn to fork more hands," Lucas replied, and it took a second for Belle to connect the dots.

"Damien is not bad," she knew how her long lost acquainted brother liked to take other people's fingers away. 

"He isn't," agreed Lucas. 

Belle was happy to hear that Lucas cared when she was a young girl, and she wanted to know from him about what he thought and felt but receiving all the replies would be impossible knowing how he didn't let all the secrets out. 

"I wanted to ask you something about last week when Joshua arrived at the mansion," she said as they continued to walk with slow steps in the fair. Lucas nodded his head for her to go ahead, "Who is Susan?" 

Lucas replied, "She found out that I was a different creature. I had to keep her quiet," his words were only for her to hear, and Belle tried to understand it. 

"Is it that bad to know about the land of the dead?" 

"Sometimes the dead fear the living, Belle," he answered her, and she gave him a confused look and heard him say, "Let's not talk about it for now. We are here to do couple things just as you wanted."

"I-I didn't say couple things," denied Belle, her cheeks feeling warm and she continued to walk with her hand being tugged by him. She found a shop that was selling wool along with other clothes, "Let's go there," she said to him. The shop was selling gloves, sweaters and other items to protect one from the cold as it was the time of winter now. 

Belle let go of Lucas' hand, and she started to look at what was there when she heard Lucas say, "I don't feel cold, Belle." Coming from the land of the dead that was three times colder than the weather here to Lucas this was nothing. He then remembered why he had agreed to Isabell on staying in the Adams' mansion. It was because it was in the land of Bonelake that kept the weather often cold instead of having too much skin on his mortal body.

"That's alright," Belle waved her hands, "You can keep it with you as a remembrance of the good time we have had here when we return to Bonelake," and she continued to look through before picking up a muffler. 

She picked a blue one before dropping and picking a red one, "What do you think about this?" asked Belle to him. Lucas had been standing looking at her shop. Some of the people who were walking by couldn't stop but look at the young couple who looked good together, smiling at each other now and then, but some of the people there were not happy. 

A couple who was shopping in the same stall, the woman said, "Parker, if you are going to get married to me, you are going to put on a real ring on my finger," Belle had not taken notice until the word ring fell on her ears.

"Of course, dear," answered the man, "Why would I ever put on anything that is not a ring?"

Belle noticed how the woman looked at her hand. Her finger that still had the dried twig of grass made ring that Lucas had put on her, "I love you a lot, but if you're going to make me wear something so cheap like dried grass, I don't know if I will consider it worth marrying," the woman laughed at the end to lighten her words. 

"You don't have to worry about that part," the man assured the woman he was with, "I have already spoken to my mother, and she mentioned about giving you grandmother's ring. You deserve it-"

"Does she?" asked Belle, putting the muffler back down from where she picked up. Lucas, who stood two steps behind Belle, didn't bother to interrupt and instead watched Belle and the couple who stood on the other side. 

"Excuse me?" asked the man turning his head, unaware and unsure if the reddish brown-haired girl was talking to him, "Are you speaking to us?"

"Yes, I am," answered Belle. The woman who was with the man hadn't expected Belle to confront so she had gone running her mouth about how cheap the ring that Belle was wearing. Belle then moved her eyes to the woman. She raised her hand that had the twigs and asked, "Is this what you were speaking about?" Belle wasn't exactly the shy girl even though she gave the impression to people that she was quiet. 

Her eyes had turned bright red, and against the backdrop of the town which was covered in white snow, her eyes looked alive. 

"Who said I was talking about you? Do you think the world revolves around you?" asked the woman, raising her thin eyebrows at Belle. 

"Yes, it does, if you are looking at my hand while talking to the man next to you about how you need actual rings," replied Belle and she then shifted her eyes to look at the man, "You need to consider your options carefully if this is the woman you plan to marry."

The man looked shocked with the woman that Belle was speaking like this, "Milady, you should be careful with your words before speaking about my woman with a false accusation. She wasn't speaking about you. Gwen is the most humble woman."

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