<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg) </div><strong>Who: </strong>Ella Price<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Her Room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Alone<br/><strong>When:</strong>The Beginning<br/><strong>What:</strong>An Introduction<br/><br/>Employed as a maid in Lord Archibald’s estate, Ella enjoyed her own very, very tiny room in the servant’s quarters. So small, she sometimes wondered if it had once been a left-over nook that had been walled up and given a door. Her bed was a cot that she folded up when she wasn’t sleeping and if she had been taller than 5’3” she might not have been able to stretch out to her full height. In winter, the room was toasty as it was near the kitchen and one of her tasks was to rise several times during the night and keep the kitchen fire burning. In summer, the room would be miserably hot, but she would only be there at night anyway.<br/><br/>The truth was that Ella Price adored her room. She gloried in it and kept it spotless. At times during the day, she hugged herself tight unable to believe that she, Ella Price, had her own little room. She had a job and a ½ day off Sundays and even a little bit of money. She worked hard for Lord Archibald gladly and felt a certain gratitude whenever she saw him in the distance with his toffs. Her hands were reddened from hard work and her back ached when the night finished. But eighteen year old Ella practically skipped when the day ended and she could run back to her room and pull out one of her penny dreadful and read and fantasize about a different life. If sometimes, the darkness gathered in at night and she remembered those dark years with Nick, she would simply reach out and touch the walls of her room on either side like a touchstone and feel safe. No one could harm her here as long as she worked hard and pleased her lord.