Belle sat on her bed with her knees pulled close to her chest, her hands holding around her legs as she stared at the fireplace that Lucas was adding wood too. After feeling the guilt that rose in her chest, she hadn't spoken a word and quietly sat in her bed.
Though it wasn't entirely her fault as Barron was the one who caused the door to fall, Belle couldn't help but feel terrible for the death of the woman and the girl who must have been her daughter.
Lucas was still stoking the woods while removing the pile of ashes to place it to the sides so that they wouldn't hinder the woods from burning and providing heat in the room. Winter had already appeared and soon in time, the clouds would start to snow and the entire land would turn to a gloomy curtain of white.
"What was that?" asked Barron in a quiet voice without letting Belle hear what he was saying, "She is a mortal. How do you expect her to know everything?"
