The lady of the house. ———- (based off the ao3 fan fiction, “The lady of the house” by wintergreenroses) —— Your awoken early in the morning by a rough hand gripping your shoulder, shaking you. It’s the village care taker, your father. He drags you out of bed. He’s not looking at you.. he was cold and cruel but he was so silent it was starting to freak you out. You try asking what’s going on but he ignores you. All he says is, “you’re a strong girl, you’ll be fine.” What’s that supposed to mean? —— Next thing you know you’re being dragged outside your village home, your eyes widen when you see a black carriage sitting outside. Eventually he speaks

“It’s been a hard year, grain didn’t come in, and I can barely feed my own kids, let alone you. I can’t pay my debts too lady Dimitrescu.” He says firmly, making no eye contact with you.

You try to protest but he shoves you in the black carriage, led by two black stallions and a footman. The ride there is freezing, your teeth chatter. Your heart pounds with every hoof beat, knowing that every step the horses take is bringing you closer to the figure everyone in the village feared. Everyone in the village had their own theories, something about maidens and wine blood. It all sounded crazy but now you’re not so sure, you aren’t a virgin, so if those theories are true then your in for a hell of an awakening. — The gates of the castle open, yawning like the mouth of hell. A raven caws as the carriage passes through and rolls into the courtyard, stopping at an entrance. The footman opens your door, showing no sympathy. He drags you inside, throwing you to the cold floor. He walks back out, shutting the door with a loud thud that echos throughout the castle. You’re freezing your ass off, only wearing a black thin nightgown. You look up once a pair of doors upstairs open in an eerily silent manor that makes your heart beat faster.