"Do you think the relatives knew about it, Ca.s.sie?" asked one of the maids who was cleaning the stairs to another who was standing down rearranging the flowers in the vases after replacing the old ones with new ones.
"I think they did. Didn't you hear what happened? Lady Irene accused Miss Belle of how rude she was for not going along with Mr. Robinson," said Ca.s.sie who was pulling the stems and pus.h.i.+ng some of the flowers down, "Good riddance he was kicked out by Miss Belle. It was hard to believe that they wanted to push her to get married when it has been only a few days since Mr. and Mrs. Adams pa.s.sed away. You would think they would have a heart but it makes me question if vampires are born that way."
"Isn't that how most of the rich one's are?" the maid laughed, "Everyone wants to h.o.a.rd more and more. It is good to see that Miss Belle has the butler to rely on though the relatives would never come to approve their relations.h.i.+p."
"Don't say that, Peyton," said the maid giving a look to Peyton, "And who cares if they approve or not. They are less family-like."
Another male servant who was walking by with a ladder stopped by hearing the maids talk, "What are you girls talking about?" he asked curiously as people rarely spoke in this mansion after the unfortunate event took place.
"About Miss Belle and Lucas. We saw them really really close this morning," Ca.s.sie to emphasize her words leaned close to the railings of the stairs.
"Sir Lucas, the butler?" asked the man who didn't believe it.
Peyton laughed seeing the disbelieving look the person gave, "Yes, Nile. How many Lucas do you even know?" she asked him, "Love is finally blossoming but it will also be a scandalous one. Not that it would matter as Miss Belle doesn't care about status and what people think except for family which don't deserve."
"Do you think Mr. and Mrs. Adams would have approved if they were here with us?" came the question by the maid Ca.s.sie where they gave it some thought. Even the servants knew how Adams' wanted their daughter to marry someone from a decent family of their own calibre and not anyone lower than that.
Barron stood there listening to them. Even when he was in his full reaper form in the past, he enjoyed listening to the gossips from the servants as it pa.s.sed his time much faster while waiting to finish his job.
His frowned hearing this. So romance had begun, thought Barron to himself. The second Grim to have fallen in the clutches of emotions and in love. If it weren't for the Grim named Guilt who had fallen in love with a human in this very realm, Barron would have brushed the thought to be stupid and baseless as Grims like them didn't have the ability to love. All they did was kill.
Maybe they had got it wrong, thought Barron. They were the Grims after all. When it came to the death reapers who were below them who only did their job and had no value, those were the creatures who were emotionless but maybe it was different for the Grims where they could feel and sense things and it was just that they had never got the opportunity to feel.
But the Hawverts didn't want he Grims to feel anything. Why? Why did it feel like there was something very fishy in the land of the dead? Yes, very fishy.
Leaving the maids to their own gossips as he had other things to do, Barron started to walk away with his little tail moving left and right with every step he took. His body had adjusted to the stuffed rabbit so well now that he could move his hands and legs along with the floppy ears he received that moved up and down at times. Barron reached his hand to touch the ears,
"Such soft ears," murmured the reaper as he walked in the lonely corridor in search of the other servants who were in the mansion. There were five more who he had to look at.
His first step was to go to the kitchen where the rabbit peeked from behind the wall like an ominous presence.
His nose moved with the smell and he gave a nod of approval. There were three of them here. Two more thought Barron to himself.
Noticing how one of them was in the garden, Barron went out while making sure no one caught sight of him. The man was singing a song as he cut the unwanted shrubs and gra.s.s that had formed outside.
Instead of looking and checking on the gardener, Barron's eyes fell on the apple orchard where s.h.i.+ny red looking apples hung on the tree. If there was something he liked it was the apples in the realm of the living. Tasteful looking, scrumptious apples that were juicy thought Barron. His mind deviated and he went towards the orchard.
Barron looked back and forth to make sure no one was looking and he went to the tree before trying to climb and got on the branch before his hands started to reach for the apple near him.
"What a tasty looking rabbit," Barron heard a voice and looked to his side on who had interrupted his apple picking time. It was Lucas' bird who had perched itself in the tree since a few hours.
"What are you doing here, you measly bird and who are you calling tasty?" asked Barron with an annoyed look, "I will snap my fingers and burn you in the fire."
"Has Lucas given you back your powers?" the bird cackled. Barron picked the closest leaves and threw it at the bird to shoo it away.
