61. The Dungeon

Ella's POV

My bones ached. I was tired. The count had a party for his friends and I had helped all day in the kitchen, cooking with the chefs and serving with the other maids.

I didn't know what he was celebrating and didn't bother to ask. It wasn't like he was going to tell me if I did. I was a slave who didn't have the right to think and ask questions.

"You can all rest now." The butler said as he entered the kitchen and left.

I sagged against the sink, finished with the dishes I was watching and ran to my bedroom. I needed a good scrub and then a long sleep.

"Take your food, slave." The chef shouted at my retreating back.

I rolled my eyes. Would it be so bad to be addressed as my name?

"Yes." I said, turning back to the kitchen.

"Oh! I almost forgot." She smiled at me. "Will you take the angel's food to the dungeon?"

I nodded. It had been long that I saw her. "I don't mind."

"You are back." She smiled as she saw me.

I smiled back, glad that we had made progress. "I brough