ETERNAL. 𓄼 𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑢.

v.

Alcina Dimitrescu despises when Mother Miranda asks her to host the other lords for a meeting in her home. Those lords, in her opinion, were foolish and not worthy of stepping foot inside of her home, especially Karl Heisenberg and Salvatore Moreau. Donna Beneviento was tolerable, at the very least, and had Mother Miranda given the girl more time and evaluation, Alcina believes she could have been a favorable addition to the lords.

Nonetheless, Alcina still does not like having the lords in her home. Especially when she has a visitor of her own, a human one, from outside of the village. She hadn't even informed Mother Miranda of your presence in the castle, knowing the woman was always curious to experiment with outsiders.

Alcina huffs, quietly as to not gather the attention of her "siblings" as Miranda would refer to them. You were a lost traveler, for crying out loud, why should she care so much about what would happen to you?

"Hey, giraffe, Miranda's speakin' to you."

Alcina glares down at the man sitting across from her, scoffing in his direction before turning her attention to the leader of the village. "My apologies, Mother Miranda. My daughter's would not be able to attend your celebration, the weather is much too cold for them to leave my home."

"Good!" Donna's doll, Angie chimes in, earning a gaze from her holder. "They're always pickin' on me, good riddance!"

Heisenberg lets out a hearty laugh, clearly amused at the doll. "Those girls are doin' the world a favor by making fun of you, hell, I agree with them." He takes an inhale of his cigar, glancing up at the veiled woman, "no offense, Donna, but you know I'm right!"

Alcina rolls her eyes at the rising bickers between the man and doll, taps her gloved fingers against her other arm in annoyance.

"If you're finished," Miranda says, quieting the bickering. She sighs, brushing a nonexistent ruffle out of her dress before looking at each of the lords. Alcina notes that Moreau has taken to resting his arms on her tablecloth, pus leaking from the cadou on his back down onto the fabric. The mistress closes her eyes in annoyance, exhaling.

"Thank you." Miranda rolls her eyes, going back to her point. "I will figure out something for your children, Alcina. I will need the four of you there."

Heisenberg leans back in his chair, draping his arms on the arm resting lazily. "I don't get the point of these celebrations, Mother Miranda. The villagers are damn near scared to hell of us."

Miranda's face is growing clear with annoyance. "Heisenberg. The celebration is for the villagers to feel they are safe, until I find a suitable vessel for my one true daughter, then they will be of no use to me but for the cadou."

Alcina's lips curl into a smirk, preparing to comment something about his lack of attention span, but before she can a knock echoes off of the door. It must be a maid, she knows, her daughter's are not fond of Miranda or Moreau, and barely tolerate Heisenberg.