The Fourth Daughter

Chapter 4

Alcina certainly had luck on her side for the time being, Elvira was still groggy from just waking up, so for the moment she was somewhat pliable, especially with the promise of food so Elvira would actually listen somewhat, for now.

If Elvira wasn't so tired she would've just gotten off the massive arm-chair she was left secured in with a blanket alone to wait, Lady Dimitrescu was not that far away at the door speaking to someone about an early lunch, whoever it was were out of Elvira's view because of the lady's frame and the door obstructing her view. Which Elvira huffed at but atleast this gave her some time to gauge the room, Elvira was left breathless at how beautiful the room was.

Looking over to the other arm chair across and couch in between; then towards the four poster bed that had another mystery door past it; maybe an exit or more likely the bathroom since it wouldn't make sense to have one door on a different wall right next to another leading to the same place, she observed how ginormous it was; well all the furniture in this room was huge, Elvira assumes this must be Lady Dimitrescu bedroom so everything was made to fit her size after all. Elivra certainly was no connoisseur of furniture or room design, but even she could acknowledge all the furniture appeared high quality, everything was just so ornate and detailed-especially with every furniture trimming and wall accents being gilded with gold. Even the giant rug in the center of the room was like a mosiac art piece in itself, There was a few ornate dark wood tables that adorned the sides of the sitting furniture.

Elvira looked towards her left at the fancy fireplace centerpiece that had a flame still slightly flickering ablaze, as much as she likes watching fire, she was more curious to see what was behind her-so she twisted her body to be able to put most of her weight on the arm rest and look past the chair. On the other side of the room was this colossal gold trimmed adorned wardrobe that was discovered, maybe if given the chance Elvira could totally hide in there if she needed to, or even under the bed was an option. Eyes trailing from the wardrobe over past the ornate walls and old paintings, what really peaked Elvira's interest was what's next to the giant vanity with the equally giant mirror, a window was right there; even more tantalizing was the loveseat under it.

She swifly turned back around in the chair to look back at Lady Dimitrescu, it's only been what felt like forever to Elvira but was really just mere moments of hurriedly observing the room.

The lady was still occupied with whoever was past the door, Elvira peeled off the blanket to free herself and dropped the fleece material onto the rug to muffle any noise when she slid off the chair to land all her weight on the right side of her body.

She gained her footing and hobbled her way with the blanket in tow to the window, trying to be sneaky with only one good leg was difficult so it was more of a quick crawl with her still working limbs dragging along the bum leg.

What was also more difficult health wise for Elvira was sunlight, let's just say the hereditary blood disease didn't miss her; and the difficult childhood certainly didn't help with her case either, having all the scars to prove it. But besides that, she had sunscreen and medications for her condition in her bag which she now doesn't have, the blanket was the next best thing to fend off the sunlight she's always loathed.

Elvira was able to make her destination to the loveseat, throwing the blanket up and lifting herself onto the cushiony surface, being careful to not put any weight on the cast by using her good leg to propel herself off the ground and finally be able to maneuver her way to look out the window.

She flung the blanket over herself, for a moment all she could see was the dark blue of the material, but after some shuffling of the fabric she was shielded from the sun and finally leaned forward to peer through the window, the afternoon sun was blazing on across the expanse of the castle grounds and past it; Elvira noted that she could see the village and even a windmill with its blades slowly spinning in the distance, for once Elvira didn’t feel as small looking down at everything; leaning more forward to look past the windowsill down below, she was definitely high up.