Baelfire groaned as he opened his eyes. He was tied to a chair at a round table that was filled with dirty plates. The room was fancy, perfect for nobles. Their was a window that was covered by a red curtain. Baelfire looked at his wrists and noticed they were tied to the arm rests. He tried moving his legs but realized they were also tied down.

He looked around and realized he was alone in the room.

"Hello." He called out. No response was made as he looked around. The sound of a door opening caught Baelfire's attention. It sounded like it came from behind him and footsteps approached him. "Hello. Can you help me I'm a little..." Baelfire looked to his right and saw only white fabric of a dress's skirt. He slowly looked up and saw a 9'6 tall pale woman with big breasts wearing a wide-brimmed hat. She had yellow eyes, black hair that was pulled back into a bun, and black lipstick on her lips.

"Stuck!" He croaked out as he gazed at the woman. He quickly bowed his head and closed his eyes. "PLEASE FORGIVE ME MISTRESS DIMITRESCU!!!" he pleaded. The woman covered her mouth as she looked down amused. Baelfire was scared. He barely reached her knees sitting down.

"So," she spoke as she walked around the table and sat across of him. She looked down at him in amusement. "Your the tribute they send me. What's your name boy?"

"My name is Baelfire ma'am. But my father called me Bae." He said, still bowing his head. She hummed in response. She stood up and walked back to him back to his right side.

"Look at me boy." She commanded. Baelfire slowly raised his head and looked up at her. She grabbed his jaw with her right hand and tilted his head from side to side. "Strong jaw, long hair, sapphire blue eyes. You look like a Shepherd and a farm boy. You must be used to hard labor." She let go of his jaw and Baelfire gasped when she let go. Baelfire felt the ropes around his limbs fall of as if they were cut off. He looked at the rope in confusion.

"Follow boy." Dimitrescu spoke as she opened the door. Baelfire stumbled to his feet and followed her.

They were walking through a hallway with a red carpet and statues of other nobles and paintings on the wall. Dimitrescu was walking with her arms folded behind her and Baelfire followed behind her. Height wise, he barely reached her waist. Baelfire looked around the hallway in awe as he saw the paintings and statues.

"Here you will serve me and my daughters." She spoke, not looking back (or down) at Baelfire. "You will dust off the statues, tables, desks, and bookcases. You will also water the garden plants and wake us up when the night starts." Baelfire became confused.

"But my Lady," he walked up beside her. "Isn't it morning? It was nearly day time when I got here." Dimitrescu made a small giggle as she turned to the right and walked up a circle of stairs.

"When you got here yes. But you slept through the day." She told him as they stopped at two huge wooden doors with golden handles. She turned around and looked down at him as she grabbed the handle. "Now, time for you to meet your other masters." She smiled as she pushed the door open.

The room was huge with a long table with plates scattered around, empty. A chandelier hanged above the table and a fireplace was to the left side. There was three women sitting at the table.

They were wearing similar black robes with their hoods up, necklaces with small nails, screws, and knifes. They each had pale skin and black lipstick on. Their hairstyles were the same but we're different colors. The one in the middle had blonde hair, the one on the left had brown hair, and the one on the right had black hair.

"Daughters!" Dimitrescu called out as their necks snapped as they looked at her. "Are new servant has arrived!"

Baelfire gulped as they smiled cruelly at him