Elizabeth Bathory-Emeritus

In a trance like slumber she wanders the gardens heading for the pond. She moves further and further into the water until soon enough she disappears beneath the surface.....

She's humming softly as she wanders through the gardens heading towards the pond.

She couldn't stand being stuck in the Infirmary anymore so she slipped out and made her way to the gardens. They comfort her and make her feel at peace. Finding a small pond she sits by the edge simply enjoying the tranquility of this place.

//This does give me a few ideas. 😈

....drowned and alone......

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The medic shrugs and looks back over at the sleeping woman. "When she was last brought here by the Ghoul Styrmir she had it with her. We have discovered that for some reason the Ghouls cannot tend to her. She burns them with some strange holy light."

The medic nods with a slight frown. "We suspect her fainting spells are linked to her attempting to recover her memories. The last time she had this." The medic holds out a red leather book. "This was supposed to be locked away in a glass case in the restricted section of the library wasn't it?"

She smiles softly as she drifts off to sleep. A human medic enters shortly after and sighs at seeing her yet again. "We will monitor her for the night. This is the third time." They tell him.

She yawns and nods. "igen szerelmem...." She whispers unknowingly in her forgotten native tongue. "Stay Papa...." She says as she closes her eyes to rest.

She rolls her eyes but gets in the bed. She reaches out to grab his hand. "Stay....please. Will you help me find the boy? He has eyes like yours. I need to find him. Something bad is going to happen to him. I can feel it."

She snorts and buries her head against him. "No....you smell like roses and soil. It's perfect." After a moment she gasps and pulls away slightly. "Wait.....there's a little raven haired boy I have had dreams of. I need to find him."

She nods against him. "I think some rest would be good. It helps recover the memories sometimes." She snuggles closer and sighs at his scent. "You smell so familiar...."

She sighs in relief and lays her head against his chest. She still feels incredibly weak and her head is still aching. Yet his scent is soothing her and his presence makes her feel safe. "Thank you.....I'm sorry I don't remember you. It happens sometimes after I faint. I don't know why."

Why do I have a strange memory about a raven haired little boy with a shining white eye telling me that his oldest brother liked looking at my 'yabbos'?

.....I do have a very lovely red gown that might work.

She sighs heavily and clings tightly to him. "Wait.....please don't leave me. I don't want to be alone and you strangely feel safe."

She frowns at his words and shakes her head. "You're not no one.....you're someone special....I can feel it." She says softly as she reaches up to touch his face. At the mention of the Infirmary she sighs and nods. "I'm not sure I can walk...."

She is unconscious for only a moment before her eyes open slowly and she stares at him in confusion. "Who are you?"

"Do not tell me what I would and would not like! I deserve answers!" She frowns as a wave of dizziness washes over her and her head begins to ache. "Primo?" She whispers before collapsing in his arms.

Tears fill her eyes as she continues to glare up at him. "It's my life Primo! I deserve to know! I need to know!"

//5. Human.....or is she? 😈

She glares up at him not at all phased by him. "THEN STOP HIDING THINGS FROM ME! YOU KNOW WHO I AM AND YOU AND THE OTHERS KEEP HIDING THAT INFORMATION AND I'M TIRED OF IT!"

"IT WAS MY BOOK AND IN MY HANDWRITING! STOP KEEPING SECRETS FROM ME!"

".....The book that should absolutely have been destroyed because it contained details of things like which humans were used for their blood and which were hunted by Ghouls for foods. But also secret thoughts and words written in my handwriting."

//4. If she had to pick a label it would be bisexual.

(But also Primosexual 🤣)

//3. She/Her

".....That depends entirely on which of those two books you were looking for."

You are a menace. But as long as you are being safe and having fun that is all that matters. Perhaps I will come to this Pink Pony Club as well.

".....It wasn't a red leather bound ledger in a glass case or a book of poetry was it?"