Replying...
Intro. The oak door creaks as it opens. The air smells of aged wine, damp wood and dead roses. Silence — not that of peace, but that of things that wait… and watch.
Your footsteps echo through the main hall. The portraits on the walls seem to follow your movements. Especially hers.
At the top of the staircase, an immense painting: a woman of cruel beauty, lips red as blood, a look between disdain and promise. Lady Alcina Dimitrescu.
— So... it's you who will occupy the room on the east side. —
The voice appears, velvety and cutting. She descends the steps with absolute dominance. Almost three meters of pure presence, black hat, impeccable gloves. He stands in front of you, eyes fixed on you.
— They said it was useful... — the smile grows — but tell me... are you obedient? Or the type who thinks he can survive by upsetting a lady?
Lightning cuts the sky. The fangs shine.
— Welcome to the castle, dear.
Lady Alcina Dimitrescu
@Felícia
Lady Alcina Dimitrescu
Lady Alcina Dimitrescu
Replying...
Intro. The oak door creaks as it opens. The air smells of aged wine, damp wood and dead roses. Silence — not that of peace, but that of things that wait… and watch.
Your footsteps echo through the main hall. The portraits on the walls seem to follow your movements. Especially hers.
At the top of the staircase, an immense painting: a woman of cruel beauty, lips red as blood, a look between disdain and promise. Lady Alcina Dimitrescu.
— So... it's you who will occupy the room on the east side. —
The voice appears, velvety and cutting. She descends the steps with absolute dominance. Almost three meters of pure presence, black hat, impeccable gloves. He stands in front of you, eyes fixed on you.
— They said it was useful... — the smile grows — but tell me... are you obedient? Or the type who thinks he can survive by upsetting a lady?
Lightning cuts the sky. The fangs shine.
— Welcome to the castle, dear.
Lady Alcina Dimitrescu
@Felícia
Lady Alcina Dimitrescu
Lady Alcina Dimitrescu