Resident Evil Oneshots

The Baroness

The sky was overcast, thick clouds looming low over the mountains as Baroness (Y.N) (L.N) carriage rattled up the winding path toward Castle Dimitrescu. The tall spires of the castle loomed like sentinels against the grey sky, their peaks nearly vanishing into the mist. The horses, black as midnight, snorted and stamped their hooves as they neared the imposing iron gates.

The Baroness, a woman of stately elegance and calculated grace, sat calmly inside the carriage, her eyes sharp and observant as she gazed out at the castle. She was draped in a deep crimson cloak, lined with sable fur, a small testament to her wealth and status. Her eyes held a glimmer of anticipation, mingled with a touch of wariness.

As the carriage came to a halt before the castle entrance, a tall figure emerged from the shadows of the grand doors. Lady Alcina Dimitrescu herself, towering and resplendent in her white dress, approached with a deliberate, predatory grace. Her eyes, piercing and golden, assessed the Baroness as she stepped out of the carriage, offering a courteous nod.

"Baroness (L.N),"

Lady Dimitrescu greeted, her voice smooth yet edged with authority.

"Welcome to my humble abode. I trust your journey was not too taxing?"

The Baroness offered a smile, her own voice steady and warm, though her eyes mirrored the sharpness in Alcina's.

"Lady Dimitrescu, it is an honour to finally meet you in person. The journey was long, but the sight of your magnificent castle makes it worth every mile."

Alcina inclined her head slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"I appreciate the compliment. Please, come inside. We have much to discuss."

As they entered the grand hall, the Baroness couldn't help but admire the opulence around her. The castle was as magnificent on the inside as it was imposing from the outside. Rich tapestries adorned the walls, depicting scenes of hunts and regal banquets, while the marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of candlelight.

The two women walked side by side through the corridors, exchanging pleasantries that held an undercurrent of calculation. Both knew that this meeting was far from casual; it was a strategic move, a potential alliance that could benefit them both in ways unspoken.

"Your reputation precedes you, Lady Dimitrescu,"

the Baroness said as they ascended a grand staircase.

"I've heard tales of your influence and strength. It is rare to find someone of such stature, particularly in these parts."

Alcina's smile widened, though her eyes remained unreadable.

"And I have heard much of you, Baroness. Your business acumen and your... resourcefulness are well known even within these walls."

They entered a grand chamber, where a fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm glow over the room. A table was set with fine wine and delicate pastries, a small gesture of hospitality. Alcina gestured for the Baroness to sit, and she did so with the grace of someone well accustomed to such settings.

"As you know,"

Alcina began, pouring a glass of wine for the Baroness,

"The times are changing, and it is prudent for those of us with power to consider new alliances. I believe we have much to offer one another."

The Baroness accepted the glass, taking a delicate sip as she considered her words.

"Indeed, Lady Dimitrescu. I believe that our interests align in many ways. Your castle is a stronghold, a fortress in these treacherous lands, and I have certain... resources that could bolster your position further."