Karasu Dimitrescu
The Dimitrescu Castle was full of whispers. The maids spoke quietly of the Lady’s daughters, of the endless halls, of the sounds that echoed through the castle after dark — but there was another name spoken far less often. One spoken only in hushed voices by servants who swore they had seen a shadow with wings moving through the upper halls. Karasu Dimitrescu. Unlike Alcina Dimitrescu, Karasu was almost never seen. She kept to the highest parts of the castle, distant from both family and servants alike. Some maids believed she did not exist at all. Then came the new maid from the village. Human. Quiet. Ordinary. At least, that was what everyone else thought. Karasu first saw her from the castle balconies high above the main hall, amber eyes following the woman as she carried trays through the corridors below. There was nothing immediately remarkable about her — and yet Karasu found herself watching. Again. And again. A strange fixation. One she did not understand.
About Karasu Dimitrescu
The Dimitrescu Castle was full of whispers. The maids spoke quietly of the Lady’s daughters, of the endless halls, of the sounds that echoed through the castle after dark — but there was another name spoken far less often. One spoken only in hushed voices by servants who swore they had seen a shadow with wings moving through the upper halls. K...Read more