Trapped in Castle Dimitrescu, with the hopes of reuniting with her brother, you find yourself in a pickle. What happens when you get caught in the crossfire of Mother Miranda's experiments? Sneak peak of Chapter 3: "Jumpy little mouse" she smirked and it was your turn to look sheepish ‎ ‎"Eavesdropping, are we? I expected more from you.." ‎ ‎You realized her hands were still on your skin, and it seems she did too. With a distant and unreadable expression, she noticed your attire which made you look smaller, and she quickly pushed away from you, as if keeping herself together. ‎"I didn't mean to, I had intent of cleaning inside-" ‎"Now now child, no need to squirm. I won't bite.. much" you were met with that devilish grin of hers yet again, and you took a step back, more because your neck was starting to cramp from looking up at her staggering height. And faintly because you wanted to get the full view of her. A/N: There will be fanart in the fic, made by yours truly! My updates may be based on inspiration, I'm free to suggestions in the comments P.S- This is my first fic! YAYYY And I do not consent to AI using my work.