Eliza Mateescu

“No, he hurt himself while building furniture. Uncle Todd is clumsy.” He hadn’t noticed the stares or the expressions of the villagers. “Uncle Todd does not have bullies. He gets in trouble with mama a lot.” Between the three siblings, Eliza proved far more mature despite her being the youngest. “Oh, and he likes talking to Magda… she’s my friend too.”

George held onto Daniela as they moved through the village. Enjoying himself, he giggled. When they reached their destination, George whined.

There was the sound of something falling to the ground and breaking. For a moment no one appeared at the door but eventually, the blonde-haired man came into their vision. As George had said. His leg is in a cast and he replied on crutches to move around. “L-Lady Daniela.” His expression fills with fear. “W-we had not been expecting your presence.”

That kinda reminded her of herself and Bela. “Well, siblings tend to squabble from time to time…” At the mention of Todd talking to Magda she raised a brow but didn’t say anything. Was it jealousy? Maybe. “You’re making good friends, George. Magda is fantastic.”

“She’s nice to me and mama. Are you friends with Magda too? Mama says she works for Lady Dimitrescu.” To be honest, he feared Lady Dimitrescu, the woman who was rumored to be very cruel. “The villagers say your mother is mean and that I shouldn’t be around you.” George continues smiling as he nods. It was true, she did miss her and was not ashamed to admit it. “I missed you, Dani. I was bored without you.” Hearing a bird caw, George looks at a black crow, momentarily distracted from the youngest Dimitrescu daughter. “Did you miss me?” His gaze went back to her as he pointed to himself. “If I were you I would miss myself as well.” It was a slight joke and it makes him chuckle. Teasing Daniela.

“I…Yes, I think I would consider her a friend. She’s giving great advice.” It was always hard to tell if servants were just nice because they were afraid or because they really liked her. At least with Magda Daniela had the feeling that the seamstress liked her. “And yes, Magda works for my mother. She’s our seamstress. As for my mother being mean. Well, she’s only mean to those who deserve it. And why wouldn’t you want to be around me? I’m fun and cute.” Daniela smiled at George before she glanced over at Todd and winked. “Everyone falls for me in time.”

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“So, you cook, you work with your hands… is there anything else you’re good at? Asking for curiosity’s sake. Purely academical, I promise,” she chuckled, but the humor didn’t last long as the subject of the Countess’ exact height came up. “She is not ten feet tall. The Countess’ height is currently nine feet and six inches.” Yes, there was a difference. “If she is still growing, which I’m not saying that she is, I assure you that matter will remain between her and myself,” Magda replied in a professional manner. “I’m sure that Lord Heisenberg creates enough rumors as it is. But… that is my fault for even bringing up the subject in the first place.”

“The Countess is polite enough to provide me with the budget I need for her clothing materials. She is surprisingly very understanding and also very aware of her size, but nevertheless, should there be any drastically different numbers, I do my best to word it in a delicate fashion. Still, she respects my work.” Not only that, but Magda knew better than to lie to the Countess. She was also grateful that fabric measuring tapes came in ten foot increments, and she had a few inches to spare before needing a second one.

“Did I detect a bit of bitterness with the mention of your brother? Jealous over his perceived perfection? Don’t let him bother you. I doubt he’s as perfect as you think he is. Everyone has their flaws. Everyone.” The smile quickly returned when Todd offered to flirt with her often. It wasn’t something she was used to and she actually enjoyed the thought of it.

“I… I’m actually terrible when it comes to things like dating and people flocking to me. Any relationship I’ve had didn’t last very long, for whatever reason.” Why was she tell him all of this? She felt so incredibly stupid and embarrassed for even admitting she had problems with relationships.

“Then, I must congratulate you for taking on such a task of dressing the countess. You must be one of the finest seamstresses here.” A smile crosses his face. “ His gaze went to her. "I imagine it must be a privilege to live such a life.” Of course, he hadn’t known everything. Todd stayed far away from the castle. Not wishing to become a scarecrow.

“I am jealous, my older brother is far better than I am. He has his flaws but he tends to be more successful at things than me.” He crossed his arms and looked away, huffing. The rivalry between Todd and his eldest brother had been going on for years. “You are right about that. I do tend to carve furniture and sculptures better than him. ”

“Maybe you just haven’t found the right person. People can be complicated. I should know…” He was one to talk. Saying such bold things about people when he was not known for having an actual relationship. “Do not worry, I’ll keep this conversation between us. Though, when it comes to dating you gotta remain positive. It’s tough out there.”

The seamstress blushed at Todd’s compliment. “While I will agree that I am quite good at my craft, I will never say that I’m one of the finest here. Just one of the hardest working ones. It’s a task that I do enjoy, but… I would not go so far as to call it a privileged life. Unless you consider the privilege to simply be alive. If so, then yes. Truth be told, it is nothing more than a job. One that I take very seriously, but still… it’s a job.” And it would remain her job until she died, which, hopefully would be when she’s well into her eighties or nineties.

“Your brother is not far better than you. What is he more successful at than you? Just because he is older, that doesn’t mean he is better. I have an older brother and he’s made plenty of mistakes.” She chuckled at the huff before nudging Todd a little with her elbow. “I bet you could make something that he would be jealous of. Work towards your strengths, and show him what you can do.”

“Anyone I think is the right person is usually already taken. One was a few weeks away from being married when I met him. This is why I don’t ask many people out. It’s better to just not know the facts sometimes,” she sighed, perhaps a little heavier than she initially intended, and then she frowned a bit internally at Todd’s pep talk about dating. His words were so easy for him to say, while she was the one who had to go through failed date after failed date after failed date.

"Are you kidding? You work for Lady Dimitrescu. Such a high-class woman must have demands. I recall my sister being nervous when making the fur coat for her." Todd jokes lightly. "She seems rather...privileged to put it kindly. I was shocked she commissioned my father. After all those scarecrows in her courtyard are not made of straw." The thought of them alone made him gulp. "I would like for you to make a suit for me sometime. I want to look nice."

"I admire him greatly, he is a busy man. Often working at the shop or helping the villagers. Not to mention his newborn daughter." Magda was right, Todd had no reason to be jealous but he wanted to be as hard working as his older sibling. "I am sure you admire someone and want to impress them as well no?"

Todd chuckles nervously, scratching his head. "But I imagine I'm not one for giving advice. I have not found a woman to settle down with honestly. The idea of being tired down frightens me. I am not ready for everything that comes with relationships." He sensed her anger at his advice. "I didn't mean to upset you, I am sure you'll find someone...if men fail to see you as a potential partner it's their fault."

“No, he hurt himself while building furniture. Uncle Todd is clumsy.” He hadn’t noticed the stares or the expressions of the villagers. “Uncle Todd does not have bullies. He gets in trouble with mama a lot.” Between the three siblings, Eliza proved far more mature despite her being the youngest. “Oh, and he likes talking to Magda… she’s my friend too.”

George held onto Daniela as they moved through the village. Enjoying himself, he giggled. When they reached their destination, George whined.

There was the sound of something falling to the ground and breaking. For a moment no one appeared at the door but eventually, the blonde-haired man came into their vision. As George had said. His leg is in a cast and he replied on crutches to move around. “L-Lady Daniela.” His expression fills with fear. “W-we had not been expecting your presence.”

That kinda reminded her of herself and Bela. “Well, siblings tend to squabble from time to time…” At the mention of Todd talking to Magda she raised a brow but didn’t say anything. Was it jealousy? Maybe. “You’re making good friends, George. Magda is fantastic.”

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“So, you cook, you work with your hands… is there anything else you’re good at? Asking for curiosity’s sake. Purely academical, I promise,” she chuckled, but the humor didn’t last long as the subject of the Countess’ exact height came up. “She is not ten feet tall. The Countess’ height is currently nine feet and six inches.” Yes, there was a difference. “If she is still growing, which I’m not saying that she is, I assure you that matter will remain between her and myself,” Magda replied in a professional manner. “I’m sure that Lord Heisenberg creates enough rumors as it is. But… that is my fault for even bringing up the subject in the first place.”

“The Countess is polite enough to provide me with the budget I need for her clothing materials. She is surprisingly very understanding and also very aware of her size, but nevertheless, should there be any drastically different numbers, I do my best to word it in a delicate fashion. Still, she respects my work.” Not only that, but Magda knew better than to lie to the Countess. She was also grateful that fabric measuring tapes came in ten foot increments, and she had a few inches to spare before needing a second one.

“Did I detect a bit of bitterness with the mention of your brother? Jealous over his perceived perfection? Don’t let him bother you. I doubt he’s as perfect as you think he is. Everyone has their flaws. Everyone.” The smile quickly returned when Todd offered to flirt with her often. It wasn’t something she was used to and she actually enjoyed the thought of it.

“I… I’m actually terrible when it comes to things like dating and people flocking to me. Any relationship I’ve had didn’t last very long, for whatever reason.” Why was she tell him all of this? She felt so incredibly stupid and embarrassed for even admitting she had problems with relationships.

"Then, I must congratulate you for taking on such a task of dressing the countess. You must be one of the finest seamstresses here." A smile crosses his face. " His gaze went to her. "I imagine it must be a privilege to live such a life." Of course, he hadn't known everything. Todd stayed far away from the castle. Not wishing to become a scarecrow.

"I am jealous, my older brother is far better than I am. He has his flaws but he tends to be more successful at things than me." He crossed his arms and looked away, huffing. The rivalry between Todd and his eldest brother had been going on for years. "You are right about that. I do tend to carve furniture and sculptures better than him. "

"Maybe you just haven't found the right person. People can be complicated. I should know..." He was one to talk. Saying such bold things about people when he was not known for having an actual relationship. "Do not worry, I'll keep this conversation between us. Though, when it comes to dating you gotta remain positive. It's tough out there."

❤️: Wants or is in a romantic relationship with them.

💛: Loves them platonically.

💚: Is a little jealous of them.

💙: Feels pretty indifferent towards them.

💜: Finds them sexually attractive.

💖: Finds them aesthetically attractive.

💗: Finds them romantically attractive.

💞: Feels attracted to them, but can’t work out if it’s platonic, sexual, or romantic attraction they’re feeling.

💝: Looks up to them as a role model.

💓: Is intimidated by them, but wants to be friends with them.

💔: Hates their guts.

"He's not the kind women would settle down with."

Magda had assumed her flirting, teasing, or whatever you would call her conversation with Todd, would eventually make its way back to Eliza. She wasn’t sure if it was the natural way of the village’s rumor mill, or if Todd had said something himself, but… there it was.

She smiled at little at Eliza.

“Thank you for the advice, Eliza. Your brother very much seems the type to flirt and talk with anyone he thinks is pretty and would give him the time of day. I think if he could get away with it, he would talk with two of the Dimitrescu daughters. Three, if he was drunk or feeling particularly brave,” she chuckled. “I know you’re not assuming anything, but I do appreciate the warning. He… I think I am familiar with how he is. I knew a few at school that were like him.” More than a few left her a sadder, but wiser, girl.

She smiles slightly but worry creeps into her expression.

Eliza chuckles. “Except the youngest one. He seems to fear Lady Daniela.” Her pencil continues moving on her sketchpad. “I think he just likes having female attention. It is a trait he inherited from our father.” She hesitates to continue talking about him in such a light. “I only hope he’ll take things like relationships more seriously. At some point, those antics need to stop. How is one going to find stable living if they are not willing to settle down at some point?” If only she could find the answers herself. “Oh, no we do not need the countess involved. Surely she would harm or kill him. He would approach her as well. Which would not be wise.”

“Hopefully, it wasn’t anything too…” Shaking her head, Magda just sighed. “I’m far too used to there being things said about me. I doubt you had to deal with such troubles, but.. children in school? If they don’t like you? They’re absolutely vicious, and for no reason either.” Growing up,school had been perfectly fine in terms of education, but socially? There were reasons why Magda preferred the library during whatever non-class time she had.

“Daniela’s sweet, for the most part, but she can be a bit… extreme for many people who don’t know her. Even then, she can be a bit much for those who do know her.” Magda became silent when Eliza hoped for the best for her brother, but she eventually spoke up. “Sometimes men are like that. They can play at being the teasing heart-throb, the one who kisses the girls and makes them cry. Then they will either completely fall for someone and give up their old ways, or they will realise their mistakes far too late. It’s my hope that he will find someone he truly, truly loves.” She had always been the sort to see and believe there was good in everyone.

Eliza shakes her head quickly. “Oh no, it was nothing cruel. He enjoyed talking with you.” Her gaze goes to a nearby bird. “I recall being pregnant with George. Some villagers disliked the idea and often gossiped, saying horrible things. I did have him at a young age.” Eliza was twenty. “Our older brother does not hear about the women Todd talks to. Hopefully, he views you as a friend.”

Then again, their eldest brother was often busy.

“Men are quite complex. Todd being young enjoys his freedom and Frank is more serious and hard-working.” Thinking of Frank, Eliza raises a brow. “I am sure Todd will find someone as well. He is a great uncle and George enjoys his company.” There was a sigh as she gathered her thoughts. Her mind was filled with questions but she refused to ask. “Yes, Lady Daniela terrifies him. I believe George said something about his leg being broken to her and I have not seen him since.”

“I’ll be happy to be viewed as a friend, yes,” she smiled. “I’m sure that they would saying we are equally just as complex. ‘Magda enjoys her freedom, while Eliza is a very down-to-earth hard worker’. And even if Todd remains a bachelor for the rest of his life, as you’ve said, he’s a good uncle.” George was lucky to have him as a stand-in for a father figure.

Magda blinked, suddenly worried. “Wait, George saw Daniela while having a broken leg?” Had she decided to play doctor? “Please tell me that I’m misunderstanding something and that Daniela hasn’t absconded with someone.” If she had, the two of them would definitely be having a talk immediately.

"I am glad you decided to be our friend despite his tendencies, everyone needs a friend in their corner, and if you trust me enough. I would gladly support you." It had been a while since Eliza felt she could completely confide in someone besides her family. "George is lucky to have us and you as well. Todd can't replace his father but he does what he can and I'm grateful."

Eliza shakes her head. "Oh no, George is fine he had gotten into a fight with three bullies and broke his arm. Luckily, my mother knew how to tend to it." Maybe she confused Magda before. She apologized before explaining herself. "Todd broke his leg during work. It was not Daniela. I do not think she harmed him." Such conversations left Eliza conflicted. "George likes speaking with Lady Daniela and views her as a friend. So, he tends to tell her things. If I am correct, she scared his bullies recently. Even telling her about Todd's leg. I think my brother went into hiding afterward." She chuckled lightly, merely joking. "He has yet to understand Lady Daniela's tendencies."

"He's not the kind women would settle down with."

Magda had assumed her flirting, teasing, or whatever you would call her conversation with Todd, would eventually make its way back to Eliza. She wasn’t sure if it was the natural way of the village’s rumor mill, or if Todd had said something himself, but… there it was.

She smiled at little at Eliza.

“Thank you for the advice, Eliza. Your brother very much seems the type to flirt and talk with anyone he thinks is pretty and would give him the time of day. I think if he could get away with it, he would talk with two of the Dimitrescu daughters. Three, if he was drunk or feeling particularly brave,” she chuckled. “I know you’re not assuming anything, but I do appreciate the warning. He… I think I am familiar with how he is. I knew a few at school that were like him.” More than a few left her a sadder, but wiser, girl.

She smiles slightly but worry creeps into her expression.

Eliza chuckles. “Except the youngest one. He seems to fear Lady Daniela.” Her pencil continues moving on her sketchpad. “I think he just likes having female attention. It is a trait he inherited from our father.” She hesitates to continue talking about him in such a light. “I only hope he’ll take things like relationships more seriously. At some point, those antics need to stop. How is one going to find stable living if they are not willing to settle down at some point?” If only she could find the answers herself. “Oh, no we do not need the countess involved. Surely she would harm or kill him. He would approach her as well. Which would not be wise.”

“Hopefully, it wasn’t anything too…” Shaking her head, Magda just sighed. “I’m far too used to there being things said about me. I doubt you had to deal with such troubles, but.. children in school? If they don’t like you? They’re absolutely vicious, and for no reason either.” Growing up,school had been perfectly fine in terms of education, but socially? There were reasons why Magda preferred the library during whatever non-class time she had.

“Daniela’s sweet, for the most part, but she can be a bit… extreme for many people who don’t know her. Even then, she can be a bit much for those who do know her.” Magda became silent when Eliza hoped for the best for her brother, but she eventually spoke up. “Sometimes men are like that. They can play at being the teasing heart-throb, the one who kisses the girls and makes them cry. Then they will either completely fall for someone and give up their old ways, or they will realise their mistakes far too late. It’s my hope that he will find someone he truly, truly loves.” She had always been the sort to see and believe there was good in everyone.

Eliza shakes her head quickly. "Oh no, it was nothing cruel. He enjoyed talking with you." Her gaze goes to a nearby bird. "I recall being pregnant with George. Some villagers disliked the idea and often gossiped, saying horrible things. I did have him at a young age." Eliza was twenty. "Our older brother does not hear about the women Todd talks to. Hopefully, he views you as a friend."

Then again, their eldest brother was often busy.

"Men are quite complex. Todd being young enjoys his freedom and Frank is more serious and hard-working." Thinking of Frank, Eliza raises a brow. "I am sure Todd will find someone as well. He is a great uncle and George enjoys his company." There was a sigh as she gathered her thoughts. Her mind was filled with questions but she refused to ask. "Yes, Lady Daniela terrifies him. I believe George said something about his leg being broken to her and I have not seen him since."

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George smiles as he nods at Daniela. Believing in her words. "Okay, thank you, Dani. I don't think they'll bother me anymore and if they do. I'll tell you." Taking hold of her sleeve, George begins walking. "And I have to help uncle Todd. He broke his leg at work two weeks ago." It hadn't occurred that Dani might want to hurt Todd for the advice he gave.

"Please do. Then I will bring my sisters and we will scare them even more." As they walked Daniela watched the villagers, most were giving her fearful looks. Others gave her a more hateful look. She didn't care at all. "So you can't use oen of your arms and he can't use one of his legs. You should be more careful with your limbs. Did your uncle stand up against some bullies too?"

George held onto Daniela as they moved through the village. Enjoying himself, he giggled. When they reached their destination, George whined.