Frida's pov:
She scoffed as she went to prepare water to wash her master's feet.
His words rang like a bell in her memory." Every servant or maid who has served me, has died tragically, who knows...you could be next."
"As if that would scare her away?" she thought scoffing at his audacity, she tried to navigate her way through the hallway.
It was dark until she reached an open door when the sun was shining down with burning fury.
Perhaps the sun did not like him either.
Great, her new master might as well be a monster.
She still had no idea what type of person he was, but from their one minute conversation, he was anything but nice.
She sighed as she spotted another maid "Hi I..."
The girl scurried away before she finished speaking "Oh okay...that was not weird at all."
It was not the moment for sarcasm but after the third maid ran off without listening to her she had a feeling she was ostracized.
