House Fleur Gardens
Orpheus had arrived, and Belle couldn’t help but wonder why. Well, in truth, she knew precisely why he was here. Orpheus was a long-standing family friend, and his sporadic visits were hardly unexpected. However, Belle had never really engaged in meaningful conversation with Orpheus. He had attempted small talk with her, but she often brushed him off or replied with thinly veiled annoyance, a response that seemed to amuse him.
He wasn’t a terrible person, certainly not as disagreeable as most men Belle had encountered. Still, he possessed an irksome tendency to be excessively flirtatious and to wax poetic about love, which grated on Belle’s nerves.
Belle couldn’t bring herself to despise him, though. There was nothing truly detestable about Orpheus, but she wished she could muster some genuine disdain for him. Perhaps if she displayed real animosity, Orpheus would cease pestering her. One might think that her reputation as ‘Thorny Belle’ would deter people from seeking her company like bees to honey. Unfortunately, it appeared that the moniker meant little to most, much to Belle’s chagrin, considering the effort she had put into cultivating it.
At present, Belle found herself in the gardens relaxing as she picked out some pretty flowers. They were pretty, extremely pretty and Belle loved the flowers that grew. Sadly, the Fleur Manor did not grow many rose flowers and grew mostly dandelions, liliac, Transvaal daisy and carnations and so seeing rose fleurs in the manor made her heart swell. They were so gorgeous, it was no shock why her father had named her ‘Rose,’ Belle Rose Fleur. Belle really loved her name. She grabbed a flower, putting her nose in it and sigh wistfully as she giggled. She had put a small flower petal in her hair as she twirled. Ah, as impossible as it was, at times Belle had wished for one thing- that it could rain flowers. It would not be good for the earth though, if it would rain flowers and not water, but it would be a good fantasy of that. Belle had once read a book about a world where flowers were the rain, she had been amused at that, and rolled her eyes at it because it would not work at all realistically and the logic the author had written was scientifically incorrect but right now… Belle thinks, she sees what the author was going with, but still it would not work.
She stopped twirling and she was about to grab another flower, when she heard the footsteps of somebody. She stopped in her tracks, freezing as she turned around, an unamusing look crossed her face. “Lord Langston,” Belle said, “Can I help you?” She asked as he walked near to her. She looked away, “Is Josephine boring you? Why are you here Orpheus?” She asked dropping the formalities, realizing her mistake she brushed it off, “Pardon, I meant Lord Langston.”