Working in Castle Dimitrescu was a grand experience, a divine honor, and also.. quite irritating at times. Your lady was; to put it bluntly, difficult. Though you had deep adoration, love for her and her power.

"You," That booming, regal voice called, heels clicking heavily. A shiver ran down your spine. Alcina snarled, her gloved hand curling into your blouse. "Have you stolen my lipstick, maiden?"