#v:voivode

[sxnofthedxvil]

@angeliatheturkishdelight

†  --- Months had gone by and it was time for Vlad to pay a visit with the Sultan. Ingeras wished to go with him but Vlad refused, not wanting the boy to be tempted by the wiles of what the Sultan could offer, as well as hearing discussions that had not pertained to him. It was a week’s journey to get to the Sultan, but finally arriving, Vlad made sure guards stayed with their camp and only two of his most trusted men came with him to the palace.

It was a grand structure. Gold etchings everywhere you turned, with rich, jewel toned tapestries and furniture. One could only dream of staying in a place such as this, but to Vlad, even though he once called the palace home, it made his stomach churn. 

He was sitting with Mehmed, already done with their introductions and light banter of the days when they were together. Vlad hadn’t wanted to recall those days but he made sure to recollect them fondly. They were now in heavy discussion about keeping the peace between them, when a distant movement had caught the Prince’s eye and made him glance over. The shock of whom it was once realization hit him caused Vlad to pause mid sentence.

“...Lia? Is it really you?”

[sxnofthedxvil]

Nothing But A Monster | closed

@bornfromthelast | continued from here

  --- He never thought he was deserving of Mirena’s love, but the love that she showed him now -with being a creature descended from Hell itself- he was certain he did not deserve it. Yes, he sought out this new ability to save her and their son, along with their kingdom, but it did not mean that he was any better for it. He damned himself, after all. And even though he vowed to not feed upon another for blood, he still feared that somehow, he would be forever a monster.

Reaching for her hands that rest on his chest, eyes closed at her touch and sweet voice. Despite the stress and fear he felt, Mirena always knew how to calm him. “And you are my wife, and Queen. And my savior, and reason for living.” 

He turned around in her arms to face his wife, green hues soft as they gazed down into blue depths. Vlad always found himself getting lost in her eyes; they always captivated him. “I will never seize to wonder how I got so lucky to be loved by you.” 

[ofmythsandfables-a]

@xx--ofmanythoughts--xx​ hit the <3 for a starter

❈ --- “I thought I might find you here.” The prince sauntered slowly toward his wife, a soft smile splayed on handsome features as he admired her within their gardens. Her hair shown like gold in the sun’s light, beautifully contrasted by the blue cloak she wore and he could not help but be in awe of her beauty still after all these years of being married to her.

Kneeling beside her, Vlad pushed a blonde tendril behind her ear and let his fingers linger against her soft skin. “Their beauty could never compare to yours, for they wither away with time.” Green orbs glanced down at the roses before finding Mirena’s face once more, a cheeky yet sincere smile in place. “But you, my darling, your beauty only grows with it.” 

[ofmythsandfables-a]

@xx--ofmanythoughts--xx​ asked: ❛ i don’t need mistletoe to kiss you. ❜ (Vlad from Mirena)

❈ --- “Oh?” The prince looks up from his book and smirks from his chair beside the roaring fireplace, green hues gazing up at his beloved wife drenched in the warm glow of the fire. “Would you care to prove that to me, Draga Mea?” 

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@elsaofarendelle | continued from here

  --- “Believe me. I know what you mean.” 

Vlad’s only fun as a child was when he was still in this very castle when his father ruled with his two brothers and mother. He was small then, enjoying playtime with his siblings while their mother looked on with a smile. But as war was upon them, he was given up by his father to fight in the Sultan’s army as tribute and a peace offering. He was no longer a thoughtless child from that day forward and instead, was a killing machine. His lack of childhood was what pushed him to be the best father he could be to Ingeras, including returning to the throne even after he was turned so his then ten year old son did not have that burden on his shoulders.

“I for one never listen to petty rumors. I go by my own instincts. And after meeting you, Your Grace, I can say with certainty that we are friends. As for your offer, I would love nothing more than to see your country, as would Ingeras I’m sure. We should arrange something soon…” 

That was a year ago. Vlad recalled the memory in his head every time he crossed the ocean toward Arendelle, always smiling at the thought. Now as he stood on the bow of the ship with his thirteen year old learning to tie sailor knots with the crewmen, the Prince of Wallachia anticipated with bated breath seeing the beautiful snow-haired Queen once again.