The Butler's Beloved Trees
374 Words
When Mark, the butler, heard the noise coming from the back of the mansion, he hadn't expected to see his son cutting down his beloved tree. In this mansion, Mark had personally nurtured the trees and plants, including the flowers used in decorating the mansion, and he valued them more than anything—not more than the family he worked for, but definitely more than the servants and other people. He'd rather spend his time with plants than with actual people. The trees in the backyard were planted in a way so they would be in a straight line, which wasn't easy; it took him a considerable number of years, but his son had cut one of them. ''Luke, what do you think you're doing by cutting the tree?'' The butler asked with a smile that looked like he was trying hard not to glue his son to the tree so he could replace the lost part. The weather was cold by the time of morning, but Luke was sweating right now. "I wanted to be useful by restocking the mansion with fresh wood," the boy scratched the back of his neck, suddenly feeling hot from fear. "Is that so?" Mark nodded in understanding. "How about this? I can help you be useful by planting your feet in the group next to the tree so that you can grow some sense. How does that sound? I'm sure with the worms under the ground becoming part of your skin, you'd learn not to go near my trees. Hm." The butler stared at his son, who looked like he was about to be sacrificed to the tree gods for his misdeeds. Although he was a vampire, the thought of worms coming anywhere close to his body scared the hell out of him. "Disappear from here now," Mark gritted his teeth when the boy named Luke left, not wanting to become one of the trees.
The butler turned to face Damien who had been quiet since, bowing his head he informed him " master Damien your parents and miss grace are waiting for you at the front in the carriage." "okay" Damien walked back to the house to meet his parents and sister.
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