the red apple (lady dimitrescu x fem)

II

I woke up on a white couch, lined with gold.

There were bandages around my ribs and on my right arm.

I completely moved the thin blanket aside and slowly got up, careful not to further hurt myself. I looked around the room.

A coffee table was in front of me with a tea cup on it but it had.. Blood? In it..? Gross. Smells metallic.

There was a small, exquisite mirror on the table. I picked it up and looked into my eyes and face. I had a long scar on the side of my head, next to my eye and down to the bottom of my cheek.

It didn't look as cool as people have made it out to be, to have a scar like that. It actually burns easily during random times throughout the day and is ugly. Frankly, wouldn't recommend it.

I looked at my hair as well, it seemed fine surprisingly. Only a little frizzy, but at this point, whose isn't? I didn't expect this cleanliness after being dragged across floors.

The door to the right of me suddenly burst open, causing me to become frightened. I jumped.

I threw the mirror back on the coffee table and put my hand over my chest and felt my heartbeat go crazy, that scared my soul directly out of me.

I turned, the tall woman locking eyes with me. "Oh, dear, have I startled you?" she asked, it almost seemed sarcastic, careless.

I nodded and turned my head back towards the table, obviously she'd startled me.

She started going towards the other door, to the front of me, but stopped in her tracks.

"We are yet to introduce ourselves." she stated, turning towards me.

"Alcina Dimitrescu. Referred to as Lady Dimitrescu. You are..?"

I adjusted myself to be farther from whatever she is. I put a strand of hair behind my ear. "y/n" I said.

Her eyes widened a tad. She paused for a moment, having a brief expression of confusion.

"I.. wish a quick recovery for you, y/n. What I must call a brother is nothing but a foolish man-thing, no more, no less." she said, her words so elegant. "Furthermore, my daughters and I will try our best to help you. You'll be free to head home in a short few days, but if you wish to, you may go at any time you want."

I warmly smiled and nodded once more.

She looked at me playfully with a half-smile, "My god, dear, cat got your tongue?" she asked, jokingly, bringing the mood up.

I laughed, "No, Lady Dimitrescu. I'm only tired."

She looked at the couch for a moment. "I do apologize for leaving you rest on a.. sofa." she seemed disgusted just by saying that; rich women, wow.

"My daughters weren't sure where to leave you rest but preferred you in my sight incase you panicked as to where you were once you awoke." she said. That's sweet, I thought to myself and smiled.

I shrugged, "I don't mind sleeping on a couch."

"Hm." she hummed, acknowledging my words and slightly nodding.

"Well, I'm most often in the bedroom past that door." she said, looking over to the door she came out of. A few seconds of silence followed.

She sighed, "Feel free to roam the castle, dear - though I do recommend you rest for now." she said, kindly. "I will make sure to inform my daughters that you seem to be doing better."

I nodded and she turned back towards the door to leave. She opened the door, bent down and went through it. Really, extremely, super tall. Just a respectable height.

I grabbed the mirror once more, hoping I didn't scratch or damage it in any way when I threw it. It seemed fine. I glanced at myself; I was red. Bright red.

I must be so damn tired, delusional even.

I grabbed the blanket once more and put it over my legs, still sitting on the couch, now allowing my eyes truly wander and capture the room.

I noticed a nice painting above the fireplace. I looked over at the armchair opposite of the sofa and saw black laced gloves left there. They seemed to be Lady Dimitrescu's.

I got up, holding my blanket so it doesn't fall down, and reached for the gloves. I grabbed them and returned to my previous position.

I held them for a little while. Mindlessly, I brought them up to my nose and sniffed them. They smelled so sweet, like smoke but not an obnoxious amount and a very.. fierce? perfume. I realized what I was doing and immediately put them back down.

"Jesus christ, I really need some sleep." I mumbled to myself, putting the gloves on the top of the sofa.

I laid down, on my back, my head supported by the soft pillows over the sofa's armrest. It was pretty comfortable.

I closed my eyes, adjusting the blanket over me.

I fell asleep to the faint sounds of wind outside.