Warnings : mentions of SA, slavery, war, bloodshed, isolation, vlad is a possesive nut, accusations of cheating, overall just angst man
The people of Wallachia rarely see their Ruler's wife. Maybe she's just a myth? Who knows? Only those within the castle.
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It's loud outside, with people marching and clapping. Has her husband returned from war after 6 long months? She desperately hopes, he sends her no letters... It's as if he doesn't even love her, always so cold, despite all they've been through together.
She ran out the door to their shared room, maybe the guards would let her leave to greet her husband. "Halt, my lady!" One bellowed, "You are not to leave the walls, under the Voivode's command!", the guard continued, "Please!", she argues, " he's returned home and i want to see him!" She pleads, with watery eyes. Her husband keeps her in isolation, she sees no one when he leaves, she so desperately wants for his embrace now.
And then he approaches. Vlad the Impaler, Dracula himself, dismounting his horse and flinging the castle door open. And then he calls her name "r/n! Why have you not come to greet me?!" He barks, as if she's the one choosing to never leave the door.
She runs to him and embraces him, "Oh Vlad!", she cries with joy, "Oh how I missed you!", she adds, peppering his face with kisses. Unsure of how to react to her enthusiasm and affection, he pats her head, "Yes, yes, my sweet, I've returned...", he muttered.
The night would drag on, until they retired to his chambers. Not to be intimate. That day would never come, Lord he's tried, but every time he would, he felt nothing but the Sultan's hands on him. But he could be close to one another.
The two laid in bed, her head resting on his chest, her legs over his. He ran a hand over her hair, before taking her face in his hand. "Have I... Ever told you how beautiful you are, sweetness?" He questions. It's true, he's never complimented her, he came to the realization upon his return, that he shows her no affection. 'She must feel unloved or unwanted..' He once thought to himself.
The truth is that he does love her, more than anything, but its hard for him to express that love, he doesn't know how. And he fears her leaving him... So he keeps her isolated from the world, after all, many people would want to hurt or covet what is rightfully his, wouldnt they?
"Darling... How did you entertain yourself in my absence?" He would question, his hand moving to take hers and bring it to his lips, "I read a lot... And I befriended one of the kitchen workers." She answered. However a certain part of this would greatly displease his possesive heart.
"Who in the kitchen staff? Was it a man?!" He pushed her off, immediately rising to his full height above her. "V-vlad- I was loyal to you, I promise! I love you!", her words did nothing to soothe his rage, deep down he knows she'd never be unfaithful, but his possesive nature would never allow for that.
"After all I've done for you, saving you from becoming some Sultan's Filthy slave, you repay me like this?!" He shouts, to blinded by his own rage to think clearly. She takes his hand and places it on her cheek, "Vlad I could never betray you... You saved me from becoming some horrible object in someone's collection, you've protected me, kept me safe from all who might try to hurt me... I feel lonely sometimes... But I know you keep me away from others for my own good... I won't talk to Jurek from the kitchen anymore.... I'm sorry Vlad..." She spoke, hoping to soothe his anger... She can't stand it when he's mad at her... She needs his affection, it's all she has, she loves her husband, she'd do anything for him.
He looked down at her, feeling the softness of her cheek, and pulled her close, whispering into her hair, "good girl... You'll never leave me... I'll make sure of it." He declares, leaning down to shorter stature, though still towering over her.
She stood on her tip toes to kiss him. The kiss was both gentle and filled with passion, his hand reaching to hold where her jaw and neck met. When he pulled back he wrapped his other arm around her, pulling her close. He would lead her by her hand to the bed. Perhaps tonight is the night...
