Christabel Oghenekevwe

A tragic love story between two different personalities, A lord and his maid,Warps in this beautiful story in 1800 when Blacks personality are not valued in the society of white. A ruthless  Duke of Hastings, a man of ambition and power. Fear and highly respected by society, fell in love with his handmaid Isabella, a black gorgeous low-class lady know as nothing but a commoner or even a slave living all her life as a maid.

 Cross the path of this brutal lord, 

And forever be His handmaid!

His Handmaid

We all know our duties and what to do in these past few days, every maids to their  post, duties, responsibilities that's plays.

I was grateful lady pearl never choose me to serve as any handmaid to any lords.Grateful was understatement! To this!

The ones appointed just few days of starting duties, always end up in one complain from theirs lord to the other, should ends up being flogged or face the consequences of what the lord might demand, that's depends if is he or she? The time is always the same, waking up is hell, going to sleep is also hell!

Our supervisor appointed to take cares of our sleeping hall, Lady Gogo! She's louder than the morning bells itself. She's our hall supervisor as every other hall has, I thought lady pearl was going to be the one to supervise us because of her kind personality I adore! Yes she's my role model ! A woman beautiful and Young in her thirty's need to be adore and appreciate.

"Isabella"Emma calls in sick bed, she's a white and true friend to me, she's the one who decided we come to Wales for a job. She was appointed as handmaid to one of the burtal ladies in this mansion, no other but Lady Emily of Hosts, but never really met her or seem her rage face. Ever since then, she always fell sick. "Please cover for me" she begged, I know what she's asking is a risk! A risk that can takes my life but she's my friend and I can't let her go on with this sickness,

Hmmmm I sighed, hell or heaven I welcome on her half. Showing my incomplete braveness that I would stand for her no matter what the hell it gives! Hell !

The girl grins at me slightly like a wonder rabbit seems her lavish carrots to eat, "that's brave" she instantly compliment, "please be careful, lady Emily can be the devil herself sometimes" she grins again at me who placed a warm welcome awareness on her hand that everything will be fine.

I swallow my saliva and head my way to the large stairway, dark and creepy on its own.

'Isabella, dead is calling you' my inner voice said to me. I holds tight to my mod and bucket tightly, I said, those shrivering arms don't want to stop shaking. I hold on to my fear and takes a bold steps towards Lady Emily chamber.

Getting in I noticed she was not in. Immediately, start to work as fast as I could before she comes back. I remember that Emma said the Lordships are in a meeting and it's will takes three hours before the meeting closes that's mean I have up to two hours and thirty minutes to finish up my serving.

I works hard and faster to get my job done before the arrives of the Lady Emily, almost done then my bucket of soapy water accidentally fell off my hands.

'shlash!' the bucket makes the sound,

"Who the hell are you doing in my chamber!" That's Lady Emily voice, I sheriving lift up my head. That's the devil mistress calling!.

Chapter 1 of 3 day of work