A beautiful space, but sterile - no warmth. Forbidding PORTRAITS hang on the walls - men similar in appearance to Bathory.
This castle has been in the hands of my family for
centuries, ever since the reign of King Laszlo,
when many of the people of this land were
still pagans. My ancestor Hados was given
this castle, this land, in return for his
service to the king.
In gratitude, Hados pledged a mighty crusade
against the infidels. He brought back many
treasures - even a holy relic. There has been
an unbroken line of male descendants ever since.
If I do not have a son, an heir, this castle and all
it contains will revert back to the ownership of the king.
Your wife is still young--
My wife! She is weak, too reliant on that priest,
on his simpering superstition. You, however, are strong.
My Lord, I beg you...
I spoke to your father, before you joined us at
dinner last night. I could tell his heart was still
broken over what you did to him.
What I did?
Betrothed to a fine young man, the son of your father’s
fiercest rival - your marriage would have brought
your two families together. But you ran away, nearly
ruined your father’s reputation, and for what?
Samuel and I were in love.
Love. Do you love sleeping in the dirt?
Eating muck? Sharing your home with vermin?
I would do anything to be with him.
Would you? And do you feel the same
way about your son?
Where is my son?
He is with the Countess. She is carrying him
down to the kitchens, with a shawl over his head - she’s actually afraid that
someone will take him away from her! She’s quite mad,
you know. After she gave birth to her third
dead baby, she lost what little mind she had left.
Please let me take him home.
And if I did, you would return to by my wife?
I am already a wife!
If you refuse me again, I will take the child to the
top of the highest tower and throw him off.
You would not do such a thing.
Then I would retrieve his body and bring it to you,
so you could see how he died. And then you
would watch as the wolves tore it to pieces.
I will be your wife.
They turn the corner. Her hallway - two doors, the dragon tapestry. He walks her to the first door.
Here you are, my dear. I will see you this
evening when we dine together.
And watches the door close behind her. CLICK. After a beat, she tries the handle - it is locked.
What just happened starts sinking in. The walls crumble - Mira BREAKS DOWN.
A bit more cheery than the rest of the castle. FIRES - in the ovens, under a BOAR on a SPIT, under a veritable CAULDRON filled with bubbling STEW.
Ilka and Dominik sit at a table, eating some stew. Ilka practically licks the bowl. She grabs the arm of a passing scullery maid - ANA (16), who still has life in her eyes.
I would like some more.
What is your name?
Ana, my Lady.
Thank you, Ana.
Do you like the stew?
Better than Mama’s.
My mother was a wonderful cook. She could take
anything - even scraps - and make a delicious meal.
Where’s your mama?
She died. She was very sick. I wanted to go home to
take care of her but...but the Count would not allow it.
Mama said this was the Count’s castle,
but I haven’t seen him.
(leans close, whispers)
You do not want to see him.
I’ve never been down here before! Ten years I’ve
lived in the castle, and this is my first visit to the kitchens.
How come you’ve never come down here before?
I don’t know.