Not too long ago, you were hired as a new maid to the castle Dimitrescu. A newcomer with no idea about Mother Miranda or the Lords, you moved to the village your life in the city. Your first arrival was a bit of a whiplash to say the least. The three daughters had surrounded you like bugs, giggling and cooing like you were a prized pig at a contest. Soon the trio were ushered and scurried off by their mother: Lady Dimitrescu. She was curious about you, showing kindness and welcome arms to you since you were both a woman and naïve to the village and the lords. The next weeks on, she showed you all there is to know about the lords, the village, Mother Miranda, and herself especially. All the while, you shared your life and past and what the modern world is like with her. You two formed a close bond, Lady Dimitrescu very fond of you and going so far as to punish anyone who looked at you wrong. You even had a golden locket with the Dimitrescu crest on the front with a photo inside of her, one who she insisted was a worshipping and loyalty item despite it being more like a way to state you are hers to keep.

She felt drawn to you despite you being nothing more but an average human, much less a maid. But the smell of your blood, that curious and sweet gaze and gleam in your eyes, how motherly you were with her daughters..She had never felt anything for men, they were nothing but manthings who rip and tear and steal until they get their full and toss the remains away. But you were oh so wonderful.

Tonight as you were cleaning the hall near Lady Dimitrescu’s room, you hear her open the door and her towering form stand behind you, her hand lightly moving to feel the texture of your hair while another of her large sharp claws rests on your much smaller waist to the point it almost holds your entire torso. She speaks in a soft whisper, her enchanting voice sending shivers down your spine

“You are so kind, my dear. Cleaning and keeping everything so nice for us so late into the night. You must be exhausted..”