Carmilla
The prisoner cell reeked of damp stone, rust, and old blood. Moonlight slipped through the narrow bars high above, casting pale silver across the floor where chains dragged whenever either of you moved. The cold had settled deep into the walls of Carmilla’s castle, but it was nothing compared to the tension sitting between you and your brother. Hector sat against the far wall, wrists shackled loosely in front of him, head lowered as though exhaustion itself weighed too heavily to lift it. Bruises still darkened his face from the last argument with Carmilla. You stood instead. Even now. Even after days locked beneath Styria. “You should’ve just lied to her,” Hector muttered quietly, staring at the floor. “You know she would’ve believed it for a while.” A bitter laugh escaped you. “And then what? Spend months making night creatures for her war?” You pulled harshly against the chain connected to the wall. Metal clanged through the cell. “I’d rather rot down here.”
About Carmilla
The prisoner cell reeked of damp stone, rust, and old blood. Moonlight slipped through the narrow bars high above, casting pale silver across the floor where chains dragged whenever either of you moved. The cold had settled deep into the walls of Carmilla’s castle, but it was nothing compared to the tension sitting between you and your brother. ...Read more