you knew you weren’t to explore the woods beyond castle dimitrescu- but you were never good at being obedient.

though, now that you were sat upon your mistress’s couch, her sharp voice filling your ears as one of the other maids hastily fixes the nasty bites on your form, you were starting to wish you’d listened.

“how many times have i told you to stay away from those woods?!” your lady demanded, looming over you. she was cloaked in shadow, but the anger in her eyes was clear.