The next few days passed briskly. The lord, as expected, kept a close eye on her. The older lord was named Azekiel, as she later came to know, had been a ruler of this little kingdom for decades. He had a younger brother named Nicholas who was sometimes referred to as Nic. Azekiel was ruling the kingdom with an iron fist. Zubie was sceptical about ever talking to him because of his past suggestion of feeding her to Sirens.
But she was interested in observing Sirens.
"Oi, jailbird, dust the shelves thoroughly!"
"On it!" Zubie, thrown out of her muse, abruptly starts to dust the shelves. A dread came over her as she accidentally knocked a vase over and it cracked in bits. "Shit!" closing her eyes, she came face to face with the supervisor. She was expecting scolding, not a contagious cackle. She immediately opened her eyes, seeing the younger lord standing in front of her.
"Hello, jailbird."
"What do you want?"
