Cordelia led her to the backyard, where Belle finally found something utterly unexpected. It was a garden indeed, but it was anything but dead, in fact, one she did not believe was possible in a place like this dark castle.
The grass in the garden was not only greener than any grass she’d ever seen, but it looked soft and made her wonder what it would feel like under her bare feet if she took her expensive, uncomfortable shoes off to walk on it. There were many well-groomed trees with plants, but she noticed many of the trees were apple trees with large, red, enticing apples on the branches. If she wasn’t so full already, her mouth would have watered from the sight of them, and many were laying on the ground with no one picking them up, or perhaps no one was allowed to, as the owner of the garden probably didn’t permit it.
"It’s beautiful here," she remarked as she looked around her in wonderment.
Under one of the biggest apple trees in the middle of the garden were many brown pots of plants that were yet to grow, but a few had sprouted and were waiting to be transferred and planted in the ground. On another side, there were little orange trees with ripe-looking oranges on their branches, making them bend. There were also sunflowers that had not bloomed well due to the lack of sun in the lands, along with different plants she had never seen before—not even in Aragonia, where her mother, an expert in plants, loved to order their servants to gather seeds and plant them in her backyard gardens.
Unlike any other garden she’d seen before, this one contained more fruits than flowers and decorative plants. However, many of the fruits were so ripe that they had begun to turn rotten on the ground, untouched. But what she did not understand was why it was called a Dead Garden. This was anything but dead!
To be honest, this was the first beautiful, bright thing she’d set her eyes on since yesterday, as everything else in the castle had been gloomy.
"It’s cousin Rohan’s garden, and no one but me and him has the right to step into it, not even the servants. It was like his secret keep since he was a boy, and he took absolute pride in gardening and planting all the trees you see here himself," Cordelia said with her chin held high in the air. "He wouldn’t have let you in had I not brought you here because anyone who ventured into it ended up dead or never seen again."
With how Cordelia spoke, one would think she used to walk into the garden whenever she wanted, while in truth, Rohan had only allowed her into it once in all the years they had known each other, and that too was because he wanted her to water his plants for him and transfer them from the pot to the ground.
Cordelia had ended up getting her expensive dress dirty and covered with mud. Rohan had made her dig the holes for the plants just because she had told him that she liked him and looked forward to their marriage. She had dressed to impress him, only for him to make her work like a servant. But now that she thought of it, it was a privilege to be invited into the garden, and she tried to boast about that privilege to the human, hoping Rohan would come down and see her in his garden so she could lie that the human had gone in when she had tried to stop her.
Wouldn’t it be awesome to see Rohan strangle her fragile neck and wring it like clothes? That would be interesting, and she would make sure to waste time in this garden until he came down to find them so she could put the blame on the useless human who had been getting under her skin even without doing anything. She hated humans, if not for their blood.
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