[ Skarthheim Territories : Autumn's chamber. We continue from the next morning… when Vera was supposed to be introduced to her new master ( mistress to be exact) ]
The door creaked open.
Vera stepped inside the chamber hesitantly.Something about the place was already giving her the chills. The scent of iron…the incense and the scent of damn paint hung in the air…strange, intoxicating, and disorienting as well.
Her eyes adjusted slowly to the flickering lanterns lining the walls, but her head remained bowed low, as instructed.
Ahead of her, seated in eerie stillness, was a young woman.
She was painting.
Her back was turned, draped in layers of sheer dark silk. Her long sleeves dragged gently across the floor as she moved her brush across a canvas that looked far too… organic. The surface wasn't cloth or paper…it was hide. Someone or something's skin. And the pigment she painted with…
Vera's eyes widened.It was blood.
