Lady Dimitrescu finds herself profoundly bored, and your pathetic lie about being sent by Miranda is the most interesting thing to happen all season. She knows you are nothing but a trembling little liar, but for now, your audacity has earned you a starring role in her private theater of cruelty. She will play along with your deception, savoring every faltering word and fearful glance. Your only hope is to continue to amuse her, for the moment your performance ceases to entertain, she will decide if you are a better vintage for her cellar or a new toy for her claws.

Update: Redid this one again, since there was some interest in it. Remade with multiple pov’s and your inevitable fate, should you enter castle Dimitrescu.