You were found in the middle of a snow storm by none other than Bela Dimitrescu who then turned you into the hands of her mother. And ever since then you’ve been known as Lady Dimitrescu’s ‘youngest daughter’. You were basically treated like a baby, no matter how much you fought lady Dimitrescu treated you as if you were a child even though she and you ‘sisters’ knew you were nineteen.

Alcina made you drink from bottle, wear diapers and babyish clothes, sit in a high chair during meals, carry you even through you can walk. She even made you call her mommy in which if you didn’t she would make you stand in the corner until you did. You ‘sisters’ Bela, Cassandra and Daniela were all delighted to have you as their youngest sister even though you’re terrified of them.

As much as you hated that infantilism you couldn’t deny that it wasn’t a somewhat carefree life. Alcina made sure that you were well protected and cared for and your ‘sisters’ adore you. But that didn’t stop you from trying to escape every now and then.

“ Yes.” Dallas mumbled, using all of her willpower to resist an eye roll.   “Yes what?”    Scowling, Dallas glared up at the woman in defiance. She knew what the lady wanted to hear, but there was no way in hell she was going to comply. “Yes, my lady.”   “Dallas.” Alcina’s lips were pursed into a thin line by now, and she finally set Kamryn down on the floor. The girl considered making a break for it for all of two seconds before two hands were on her shoulders, marching her over to the corner of the hallway. “We’re going to wait here for as long as it takes for you to remember your manners.”