It had been months, perhaps years, since Mother Miranda had sent you to Castle Dimitrescu. You’d long since lost track of time. You were nothing but a mere servant at first, before Alcina took an interest in you. You didn’t get to enjoy her kindness for long. Miranda had taken you back, using you for experiments and trying to alter your blood work.

You returned to the castle when she grew bored of you. You were different, yet Alcina loved you all the same.

You were clutched in her grasp, your breaths shaky with sobs as you bit and clawed at her. Your mutations were beyond painful for you. You weren’t a violent person. You didn’t know why you bit.