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Once Ella got into her room, she crumbled to the floor as she curled her self, hugging her knees tightly with tears in her eyes.

This was the most terrifying day of her life. She had never been in a situation before. She should have known he was of the higher class and ignored him but she was so adamant in making friends as all of the maid were giving her attitude ever since she started working in the royal mansion.

She should have known that something was wrong and now she had crossed paths with the Death lord and worse of all, spoken words she shouldn't have to him.

Mimi warned her, she warned her not to speak recklessly and to stay to herself alone. This was what Mimi meant and now she understood.

She looked at her arms, there were red marks around them, gotten from the ropes they used to tie her to the log. Her wrist was bruised because the wicked man had kicked her so hard.

She stiffled her tears as she remembered the scene and how the Death lord had heartlessly planned to kill her. She was thinking of being friend with a monster like him, someone who wanted to kill her! She promised to hate him for life, she promised to never crosses his path until she got her first months pay and finally leave the kingdom.

She wondered why a fine man like him had no heart. The rumors were indeed true but she was lucky to have escaped without a part of her body being cut of.

There was a knock on the door. Ella quickly wiped her tears as she stood up to her feet  to open the door.

"Are you Ella?" One of the guards asked.

"Yes," she nodded her head.

"Here, I was asked to give this to you," the guard said giving her an ointment.

Ella wondered who brought the ointment for her. "Who asked you to give it to me please?" She asked.

"That is a secret," the guard said giving the ointment to Ella. Ella collected it and thanked him.

"My Lord, when would you see the trespasser?" Cyprus asked the Death lord who was deep in his thought.

"My Lord!" Cyprus called again, finally getting the Death lord attention.

"What did you say?" The Death lord asked.

Cyprus was taken aback, the Death lord has never be lost in thoughts before. It seemed to him something was off, first, the Death lord didn't kill someone who crossed paths with him neither did he remove a part of her body and now he was lost in his thoughts?

"I said the infiltrators from the Darkards and Levine, when will you see then?" Cyprus asked again.

"Soon, from the information I got about them, people like that won't speak up easily but..." He trailed of, getting up from his chair. "Once they are delayed and frustrated, they loose it. I'm sure they are expecting me to come to them already but I am not a man of patience and in no time, I'd also send my men to their kingdom and destroy but first..." The death lord turned to Cyprus.

"Let them be frustrated!" He deadpanned.

"Okay my Lord," Cyprus said bowing his head. Just as cyprus was about to leave, the Death lord stopped him.

"Yes my Lord."

"That girl Ella, get me informations about her," the death lord demanded.

Cyprus was shocked. The Death lord has never asked for any information of a maid before, could that girl be a spy?  Cyprus wondered. If she was, the Death lord would use her against her people.

"Sir..." Cyprus trailed off. No one dare questioned the Death lord, absolutely no one.

"Yes Cyprus," The Death lord answered.

"Never mind," Cyprus said as he turned to leave. He was going to kill that maid once he found out she was a spy.

For hours the face of Ella appeared in the Death lords mind in as much as he tried pushing those thoughts away.

Her voice, the way she smiled and the way she spoke were amazing. He wondered when listening to people talk became interesting. He had sent one of the guards to give her an ointment, something he had never done before.

He was starting to feel bad that she might have a scar from the marks. He was more worried that he was starting to act different, something he didn't do.

What was that girl doing to him, was she using something on him?  He asked himself but then he thought, if she was using voodoo, he wouldn't think of that and besides no one could charm him so easily.

No one has ever called him their friend, even as a young lord when his father was alive, everyone was scared of him, something he loved.

He loved to inflict fear and pain on others as that was a way of deriving joy for himself.

He typed a number on the hot line mobile on his desk.

"My Lord, what can I do to serve you?" The chief of maids spoke immidately.

"I want you to add Ella Fitzgerald among the maids who serves me," he demanded.

"That will be done immediately," the chief of maids replied.

He usually didn't put just any name on his head so quick but he name stuck through so quick. "Ella Fitzgerald," he called unto the name once more feeling the sound of the name on his tongue.

"My Lord!" Someone called from the outside.

"Come in," he said.

The door opened and one of the guards came in. "Important message from the governor of lake," the guard said.

"And that is?" The Death lord asked.

"She and her men will head to the kingdom of Darkards and conquer them," The guard said. The Death lord smirked, that was what he liked about Diana, she was all about action than she was with words and he was sure she'd come back victorious.

"Tell her, a big feast will be held upon her return with victory," The Death lord said.

"Sure my Lord," the guard said, bowing down one more time before exiting the death lord office.