#ask bela

[bela--dimitrescu]

You would never be a disappointment to your mother, she cares about you a lot from what I can tell, especially considering how powerful you are

I know she cares a lot about me, which she could show more often. But she also has high expectations and it's not always easy to meet them.

[bela--dimitrescu]

Evie ran into your mother....

Oh my… I take it things didn't end well?

[bela--dimitrescu]

What am I hearing from Cassandra’s maids about you lying to me for what you have deemed is to “help” me?

You would believe a servant over your own daughter, who has been nothing but loyal to you?

[bela--dimitrescu]

This may be out of the blue, but tell me, Lady Bela: would you be interested in playing video games if the opportunity arose?

I don't think so. I rarely play normal games, so why would I want to play electronic games? … Sounds more lika a time-wasting activity to me.

[bela--dimitrescu]

"Morning bella"

@mold-girl

@mold-girl

"Bună dimineața, child. And it's Bela, not Bella..."

[bela--dimitrescu]

Caroline hopes her blood meets the ladies standards,it really hurt to fill that cup, left her whoozy, poor maid.

For a moment, Bela genuinely thought this maid was joking. Her gaze dropped to the cup and Bela's expression hardened. "What exactly possessed you to do this?" There was no amusement in her voice, only irritation.

She rose from her chair and crossed the room in a few long strides. "Have you completely lost your senses?" The cup was taken from Caroline's hands and immediately set aside. Untouched. "You cut yourself open, bled into a cup, and somehow decided presenting it to me was a good idea?" Her jaw tightened. "I'm not Cassandra!" The words came sharper than intended. "Nor am I some starving animal waiting for servants to bleed themselves dry."

Bela turned away briefly, visibly collecting herself. The sight of the blood bothered her more than she cared to admit. Not because it disgusted her because it reminded her of exactly what she spent so much effort pretending she wasn't: a bloodthirsty monster.

When the blonde spoke again, her voice was quieter, though no less stern. "If I require sustenance, I will obtain it through proper means." And for Bela that meant drinking their blood wine. And by doing so, she could convince herself she's enjoying a family tradition rather than satisfying a biological need.

Bela looked back at Caroline. "Go to your quarters and rest." It was not a request. "You're one poor decision away from collapsing." Her golden eyes narrowed. "And next time, if you intend to present something to a Dimitrescu, at least have the decency to put it in a proper glass."

[bela--dimitrescu]

Caroline the maid bows her head. "Your bath and drink is ready." She rubs the bandage on her freshly cut wrist.

Bela gave a small, dismissive wave of her hand. Her attention had already shifted elsewhere when something caught her eye. The bandage.

Then, without further comment, the eldest Dimitrescu crossed the room toward one of the cabinets lining the wall. The doors opened to reveal neatly arranged jars, dried herbs, and bottles of various tinctures. After a moment of searching, she selected a small glass jar containing a pale green paste.

Returning to the maid, Bela held it out. "For your wrist." Her tone remained as matter-of-fact as ever. "Apply it twice daily and change the bandage often." Golden eyes lingered briefly on the injury before lifting to Caroline's face. "It should prevent infection and reduce scarring. Try not to cut yourself again." The remark carried no real reprimand, merely mild irritation.

Satisfied that the matter had been addressed, Bela turned her attention back toward the document she had been reading earlier as though the entire exchange had been perfectly ordinary.

[bela--dimitrescu]

Do you guys celebrate pride month at castle dimitrescu

Pride… month? What is this nonsense? It's June….Mother has us focused on far more important matters……