RED NOTES AND KISSES

Chapter 142: FRIDA - 142

Frida’s Pov

6 years later.

After hell.

The weather was fairly warm, a dead body was wrapped in front of the household mansion of Warris as everyone carried on with their activities as if blind to it.

No one spoke, no one mourned, just silence. Trying not to irritate Lord Warris further.

The new replacement arrived to attend to the junior Lord of the house.

How would he cover this up in a kingdom where news spread quicker than the flu and enemies lurked in their midst, as friends, families or allies.

If word got out, they would feel Lord Warris had beat his servant to death and paint his reputation as an evil, unforgivable noble to his servants.

He also could not accuse anyone as this servant had died choking on the poison in his own secret bastard son’s food.

Now if this servant had tried to kill his son, she would not have eaten the food, so it was very possible that someone from outside had tried to poison him.

This isn’t what really bothered Lord Warris, it was the fact that someone knew of his bastard’s existence and was even confident enough to poison him under his roof.

It was a complicated situation and he would have to answer to the judge’s court soon.

He finally looked up at her and froze.

She had a breathtaking face, one of a famous performer in a place his wife would boil if he dared even mention the place because it would be evidence that he goes there.

Her perfect shining black hair, snow like skin and dark eyes were like a poem of innocence.

She was too pretty to be a servant and yet she was.

The housekeeper stepped out and laid her eyes on her with a very nearly outright jealous glare "You must be the new maid, Frida right?"

She beamed at the housekeeper "Yes madam."

The housekeeper lifted her chin staring down her nose. "Come with me."

She didn’t miss Lord Warris’s eyes following her, as she disappeared behind the house keeper into the inner house.

"From now on wear a veil, your face is too disturbing." the housekeeper said as she led her to a desolate part of the mansion.

It looked like the sun didn’t reach these parts and it was left in pitch darkness.

Nothing crawled in these parts, there were no lively servants or maids.

Just total silence and this bothered her "This is the Lord’s room."

It felt less like a home and more like a prison, her master sent her here. She didn’t know her mission yet, he simply told her to infiltrate the household.

Luckily for her and unluckily for the maid who passed away, it granted her the perfect opportunity to enter the household.

She didn’t know what to expect as she stared at the door handle, she hesitated just merely thinking about it.

Fear clouded her judgement, she had trained for this for so long, she wasn’t going to mess it up in just a few minutes her hand trembled on the door handle "What are you waiting for!" the housekeeper yelled, yanking the door open and hoisting her in.

"Go and greet your new master!" the housekeeper barked slamming the door behind her and she flinched.

The room was dimly lit with a single candle, she searched around in the darkness for anything to hold on to when she felt the thick curtains in her hand, she yanked it open.

"Are you out of your mind!" he snapped at her and she froze.

It had been so quiet she didn’t even know he was actually inside the room. She turned and bowed, "It’s very dark, my Lord."

"Did I ask for your opinion?" His voice was harsh and full of loathing she could not understand. "Close the curtains this instant!"

She turned and shut the curtains, she still hadn’t seen where he was in the huge room.

Although sparse of any decorations, only a plain large bed in the upholstery, a single desk with ink and a feather pen with a lot of scrolls.

"Come here." he said calmly and she followed the sound of his voice and the strength of his smell, like new scrolls and ink.

He was sitting in a wheelchair in a corner, his hair was curly. His skin is dark and his eyes grey.

"You are staring at me." His tone held annoyance and she fell on her knees and bowed.

"Greetings my Lord." she said and he sighed.

"Took you ages, I don’t think you’ve ever been a maid. I bet they hired you off the bat without doing any background check to see if you actually came from a noble household of servants." he blurted out and she realized he was very quick witted.

"What is your name?" he asked.

Her head remained bowed as she wore no veil "Frida."

"It sounds foreign don’t mind my family...their carelessness is very alarming, nothing new. I mean I’m not their precious legitimate son, so who cares if they hire any just servant and I drink poison and die then they still hurriedly hire a replacement that might actually be a skilled assassin...." he said all that in one breath and she felt sweat drip down her back and on her forehead in fear.

"Soooooo I hope you are not as horrible as my last servant...I hated her so much I was actually relieved when I woke up this morning and she was dead." he blurted out and she didn’t know who to make out of such a horrible statement.

"Look at me." he commanded and she looked from his feet on the wheelchair to his garment to his face again.

"I suppose no one briefed you on your duties because they are all afraid they’ll die too, if they come near me?" he asked and she squeezed her skirt in her hand.

"Oh you haven’t heard?" he realized beaming in a way that scared her.

He lifted her chin looking into her eyes as he said "Every servant or maid who has served me, has died tragically, who knows...you could be next."