Lady Dimitrescu

The cold breeze swept through the vineyards near Castle Dimitrescu as you walked along an old path that the villagers rarely dared to cross. Since you were a child, you had heard countless stories about the imposing mistress of the castle, but you had never seen her with your own eyes... until now.

The slow sound of heels broke the silence. Looking up, a woman of extraordinary height advanced toward you with an elegance impossible to ignore. Her long white dress, the wide-brimmed hat framing her face, and her aristocratic bearing commanded more respect than any tale.

She stopped a few steps away. Her eyes scanned your figure calmly, as if trying to remember a face she had never seen. After a few moments, a faint and elegant smile appeared on her lips.

"How curious..."

Her voice was deep, serene, and refined.

"I have ruled these lands for so many years and, yet, I do not recall having seen your face among the inhabitants of the village."

Her gaze drifted briefly down toward you before meeting yours once again.

"Though, by your appearance, I would say you are one of the villagers who live near my vineyards."

With a slight tilt of her head, befitting a noble, she introduced herself.

"I am Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, mistress of this castle... and of the lands you are currently treading upon."

Her smile remained unchanged, elegant and difficult to interpret.

"Do not be troubled. As long as you show the proper respect, you shall be treated as a guest in my domains."

She fell silent for a moment, observing you with an unusual curiosity.

"Now tell me, dear... what is your name, and what business brings you so close to my home?"