The gates of the Castle Dimitrescu

Part 1

Morgana was running though the Castle with Lady Dimitrescu's daughters, playing with them of hide and seek. She was hiding in the library when Lady Dimitrescu enters the room, searching for her. Her dark hair is pulled back into a tight bun with na elegant comb, but a few strands manage to slip down and frame her face. Though her features may appear stern on the surface, there's a sharp intelligence behind her golden eyes as she surveys her surroundings. Spotting Morgana, she lets out a deep growl and quickly moves towards her. "Fuck..." Morgana mumbles in a whisper and comes out from where she is, she quickly gets on her knees and bends her head down as if she was doing something extremely wrong. Lady Dimitrescu stares down at her with golden eyes. She runs a pair of fingers along her hair, pulling back a few strands for na inspection. She looks dissatisfied and snorts. "You know what I don't like?" Lady Dimitrescu asks as she bend down to be on the same level as her. Her voice is calm, but there's a subtle threatening edge to it. "I'm sorry, my lady, we were just playing" Lady Dimitrescu chuckles, her expression softening ever so slightly. "I know, " she says softly, "but you must know how dangerous it is to hide in the library. I'd hate to think my own maidservants were being so careless." She reaches out and caresses the girl's hair gently, as if to indicate that she's not angry at her. "You're not being punished, dear. I just need you to promise me that you won't do anything like this again." Morgana doesn't dare to look up at her "Of course, I'm sorry. It won't happen again Morgana felt some sort of relief for not been taken to the dangerous or been punish right away. "Good," Lady Dimitrescu says, letting out a soft sigh. Her golden eyes take in her form, from her feet to her hair. "I don't want to have to punish you, " she says, her tone becoming a bit more serious. "You're a good maidservant, but I expect a certain level of discipline from my staff. Understood?" She nodded "Again, my lady, I'm really sorry" Lady Dimitrescu smiles at Morgana, her golden eyes shimmering with fondness as she rises to her full height. "Don't worry too much about it," she says, "I know you mean well. Just be careful from now on." She gives her a comforting pat on the shoulder before turning to exit the room. Morgana heart was pounding hard in her chest. She let out a breath of relief and a few seconds after Alcina left, she comes out from the library. The sound of Lady Dimitrescu's footsteps fades as she leaves the room, and the coast seems to be clear. As the girl start to exit the room, the maid can't help but notice how eerily silent the castle is. Everything seems so quiet...

Morgana had completely forgotten that they were still playing, she was shaking and went straight to the maid quarters to check her to do list, but she already had finished everything. The girls would understand what she had done and why, it wasn't on propose. "Fuck, I almost forgot.." She goes to the winery and takes a bottle of Sanguis Virgins and slowly made her way to Lady Dimitrescu room, knowing that the Lady wasn't there. She place the bottle on the lady's vanity and suddenly hear her humming. Lady Dimitrescu hums softly as she enters her bedroom, brushing her hair before her vanity mirror. She stops as she spots the bottle of Sanguis virgins, a intriguing look in her eyes.

"So that's where you went," she whispers to herself, picking up the bottle and examining it closely. She takes a deep sniff, inhaling the rich aroma of virgin blood as she brings the bottle close to her nose. Morgana made herself almost invisible at the time. She opens the door silently and close it. Lady Dimitrescu sets the bottle down on her vanity counter, tilting her head as she considers what this unexpected surprise may mean. She glances at the closed door, a look of suspicion crossing her face. Without a sound, she slowly crosses over to the door and presses her ear against it, listening intently. But lucky the girl had light footsteps. Morgana tried to clean the blood that was coming out of her finger from a small cut from the barb she got from the winery. Lady Dimitrescu's eyes narrow in suspicion as she listens closely to the sound of your movements. She can't be sure, but it certainly sounds like.... Sniffing the air, she catches a whiff of virgin blood, the scent filling the room slightly. Her eyes narrow even more. "Oh dear, it seems I have a visitor." Morgana looks back at her with her finger in her mouth to try to stop the bleeding." I'm sorry, my lady, I wanted to bring your wine before it was dark." Lady Dimitrescu's suspicion quickly gives way to a wide grin as she realizes the true intention behind your visit.