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POV: Dinner at Ravenloft, please behave
"Forgive me for being so forward, my lord, but yes. I do dare to imagine what you would've been if given the right sort of love. To not be forced into war. Yes, your kingdom is great, and Barovia is mighty, but you certainly paid the price for those things."
She bowed respectfully to the lord of Barovia.
"We may not be talking now had things been different, but you deserved better."
The lord of Barovia regards her bow with the faintest curl of his lip—whether it is amusement or disdain is impossible to tell. His voice carries the weight of iron and eternity. “You speak of ‘better’ as though fate were some bitter tavern wench who simply denied me her favor. No, child. I did not stumble into ruin, nor was I dragged unwilling into war. I chose the sword, and later, I chose the darkness. What you call a price, I call a covenant—I paid it with open eyes." He looked past her, eyes focused on something unseen. "I did as was expected of me. As eldest son, I became the soldier. Sturm provided the legacy and ruled, Sergei was supposed to join the clergy. If only all could have just played their part." He then stepped nearer, the air thickening with his presence. A faint scent of iron and cold earth clinging to him.
“You kneel before me even now, speaking of what I should have had. You pity me, yet you tremble in my shadow. So tell me, which is greater—the man who surrendered to love and faded into dust, or the lord who bartered it all and endures eternal? I tell you this: there is no ‘better’ than Strahd von Zarovich.”
At the mention of Rahadin becoming her focus of attention, Strahd growled. No. This pretty thing belonged to him. He usually didn't consider himself the jealous type, but when something was his, he rarely liked sharing. Even with his Chamberlain.
Within seconds, he was pinning her to the wall. "You will not go to someone else." His voice came out raspy. He slotted his head at her throat, his cool breath gliding over skin.
"You belong to me, girl, no matter who you decide to keep you company. In the end you will be mine. Whether you like it or not."
The cold of his breath on her throat had her shivering beneath him. She wrapped her legs around his middle for support as he pinned her against the stone walls of castle Ravenloft. However, rather than the pungent smell of fear the lord was used to, instead was met with subtle arousal. She tilted her head a little to give him better access to the soft skin of her throat.
"I only tease dear one." She whispered as her cheek brushed his with a soft tenderness of care. "I know your chamberlain would sooner toss me off the cliffside than allow me to dote on him with any manner of affection."
She placed a sweet kiss just under his jaw hinge on the cold skin of his neck. "Come, let me dote on you just a little."
Slipping her wrists from his grip, she placed a few furs down beside the fire as well as pulling out a bottle of warm oil from her bag, smelling of sweet roses and chamomile. She patted the furs before her as she sat on her knees. "Come love, let me show you what you're missing out on."
He paused, this was not the reaction he was expecting to his threats. She was aroused, wanting to be closer. That alone intrigued him. The kiss to the underside of his jaw having him pause. What is she trying to accomplish? When this strange outsider made a set up so she could give him a massage he quirked a brow. Might as well entertain her foolish notions for a bit. He was bored anyways. Strahd removed his shirt, letting the woman see his exposed chest. Scars from old battles adorning his pale skin like badges of honor. He sat down on the furs, keeping an eye on her from the corner of his own. "Very well, but this does not mean that you have gained any favor with me girl."
At his snipped remark, she couldn't help the little chuckle that left her plump pink lips. Warm deft little hands rubbed at his muscles, slowly working at knots that settled in his muscles.
"Favor? My dearest count, you have nothing that I wish to take from you. Your riches do not interest me. I ask you for nothing but your time."
Her words rang sweetly in the air, truth apparent in her tone. She came to the Lord of Barovia to ask him only for his company and nothing else. Her skilled little hands rubbed his muscles, begging for him to melt under her touch.
The warmth of the oil slipped over his skin, only adding to the delight of her skilled fingers that worked over his shoulders first then moving down his back. On occasion she placed gentle kisses on the nape of his neck, his shoulders and shoulder blades.
This confused him, what did she want if not for anything he could give? Time was something he had in spades yet it seemed odd that is was all someone wanted from him. The vampire tried to maintain an aura of indifference. A low rumble of content came from him as he enjoyed the massage. Kisses that made him pause, gentle touch that spoke of reverence rather than fear. Warmth where he himself was cold. Perhaps this wasn't so bad. "This doesn't displease me." He mentioned with an almost bored tone. Strahd truly didn't want to expose how much he enjoyed having someone dote on him like this. He will keep her around for now.
Hearing his low rumbles of delight, the young lady smiled. She continued the small gestures of affection until each knot had been removed from the vampire lord. Once done she sat back, her legs crossing beneath her. Her warm hands pulled him back gently so that his head rested in her lap.
With soft eyes staring down at him, she placed a sweet kiss on his forehead before she began to slowly comb through his obsidian colored locks, careful not to pull. Finally she spoke.
"Im very glad you are, at the least, not displeased with your care. Im honored to be trusted with your comfort.... for now."
She teased, using his own words though she knew she was not stepping foot outside the castle. At least, not while she had the dark lord practically purring in her lap.
"Tell me, my darling king, have you fed yet tonight? If no, Im happy to oblige. Though I do request not being drained dry."
strahdenim
What a charming man (wip)
i cant believe his name is Jeff lol
Quick sketch-study of Shadowheart in my style ✍️
Can I offer you a gummy worm Tangela in these trying times?
Shuckle, but made out of gummy worms ✨