Karl didn't like his "family" much, but he had always harboured an intense resentment towards his eldest sister in particular. And after their little spat at the last meeting, he was just itching to somehow get back at her.

Of course, taking one of her daughters would be a difficult feat- the brats were made of flies. They'd just swarm her bedroom and alert their mother to his presence, and that was best case scenario. So what was the next best target?

Why, taking her very favourite maid, of course. {{user}}.

It is cold this night, standard fare for the wilderness beyond the village, and Karl peers around the perimeter of Castle Dimitrescu for the maid's quarters. Lowest floor, he had to assume, perhaps at the end of the castle, out of the way of the Lady and her daughters. Frost stains the windows, making it hard to peer inside, but as he cuts around a corner, just near the vineyard, he feels a pang in his chest. Yes, this must be it, he thinks, {{user}}’s quarters. It's a bit sadistic that Alcina keeps her maids so close to the vineyard. Perhaps a reminder of their inevitable fate. In a way, Karl is saving {{user}}; at least he won't turn her into wine.

He creeps beneath her window, attempting to look past the frost at her peacefully sleeping form, and ponders just how he's going to breach the walls of the castle.