(Dimitrescu's castle can't really be described detail by detail in this story from how fucking big and complicated it is, so I hope none of you mind if I just make some of this stuff up as I go.)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Codrin walked up the trail of the mountain towards the castle, his grip on his machete tight as he stepped through the snow. His heart was beating fast as the hairs on his neck and arms stood up from the cold, no, the fear he had. If what the Duke said was true, than lady Dimitrescu would be damn near impossible to kill. He bit his tongue in frustration, earlier this morning he was confident in his skill only to realize the gap between lycans and Dimitrescu in terms of power. He could fight multiple lycans at once but that was draining in terms of energy and he's lacking in that department. Should a battle ensue he doubts he could put up a decent fight.
'Just sneak in, then get out.' Codrin thought to himself as he began walking along the treeline upon getting closer to the castle, lights shining from the torches and from the inside of the castle. The castle gate was open allowing access to the courtyard, no guards attending the walls of the castle to watch over the place. 'Looks like the only way in......'
Codrin had scouted the perimeter of the castle for years, locating the best point of entry should he wish to begin his plan to kill Dimitrescu. The lady was known to only take women from the village as tribute, and sometimes she'd take a man as well. The women would work as maids for the castle but the men were never heard from again. The women were known to send letters back to their families, though it would be months if not years before another one was sent back telling the family of their departed family member. In return for the family's who lost a daughter, sister or mother, Dimitrescu would have a wine bottle sent to them as a gift. However Codrin found it hard to believe the woman was that merciful.
Codrin ran through the castle gate and observed the courtyard as he quietly walked through. The ground was a fine cobblestone that was clean of any snow, flowers were in the large stone flowerbeds on the side, except they were all grey and stuck in the process of dying. A large fountain stood in the middle of the courtyard with no water flowing from it, a statue of a woman in robes gently pouring a vase into the supposed pool with pairs of arms forming a prayer along the rim of the fountain. In the front of the castle doors was a large carriage with two giant steeds that stood in place, staring forward and barely breathing as if they weren't even alive. The front doors to the castle was big and made of metal with a silver thorn bush engraved along the sides. Going through the front door was suicide, but he couldn't scale the damn walls and time would be running short.
He reached out and quietly pushed the door open before peaking through the crack and making his way inside, closing the door behind him. To describe the inside of the castle would be utterly pointless in terms for he did not know all of what he saw. Stone floor that was decorated and could reflect the very light shining down on it. He nearly dropped his machete from just how amazing the design for the castle was, but should he really be surprised? Castles were always beautiful in the storybooks he read as a child. He slowly walked forward, feeling the warmth of the castle envelope him into loving arms from the cold. A trail of mud and snow was left with every step he took. When he got to the main room or guest room there was a fireplace burning rather well and a fine white leather couch with gold linings sitting in front of it. A spiral of stairs led upwards and from where he stood he could see multiple doors nearly identical to one another. Navigating the castle would be difficult without knowing the layout.
'Damn it all.....' Codrin thought with a hiss. How could he find Elena in this place? This was just a small room in comparison to the entire castle and already it was screwing with his head. He needed a map just too—
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RE: VILLAGE (rewrite)
Fanfiction(NOT GAY NOR LESBIAN STORY!) Codrin is a young man who lives in the snowy village of Romania, ruled by Mother Miranda and her four lords. He is a devout worshipper of Mother Miranda in every way, yet unlike the other villagers, he hunts down the Lyc...