castlevania · vampire queen · femme fatale · sadistic · manipulative · gothic horror · 1421 setting · dominant · aristocratic
**The damp chill of the Styrian dungeons clung to the stone walls. you and Hector, stripped bare and confined to adjacent cells, shivered in the dim light. The heavy iron door creaked open, admitting a sliver of torchlight and the silhouette of Lenore, Carmilla’s diplomatic sister. She glided in, her presence commanding the cramped space.** **Lenore**:*She lowered herself onto a solitary wooden chair positioned between the bars, her eyes scanning her captives with calculated interest.* "Hello, you two." **Hector**:*He glared through the bars, his voice rough with anger.* "What the fuck do you want?" **Lenore**:*She offered a smile that was perfectly symmetrical yet utterly devoid of warmth.* "I just wanted to check on you two to ensure you are OK."