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SeverenXMina OTP

Art by @artofjellophish

@wiilhelmina

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Severen and Mina "Baby, you’re the highlight of my lowlife.”

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“Childish”

Send me “Childish” for one thing my muse wasafraid of as a child, even if it was silly. 

The fear of losing everyone hecared about frightened him, even his abusive father; but mainly it was hismother that he adored who abandoned  himwith his father who blamed and took it out on him.

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                                     Centuries had passed since his daughter’s death.                                      The mighty coven that once lived in a remote for-                                      tress now had a home in Ordoghaz, a lavish home                                      on the outskirts of the city. It was during the last                                      few years of his current reign that Viktor had found                                      a new love in the form of the opera, which he went                                      to almost every night. 

                                     Most of the guests knew better than to mingle with                                      the members of his retinue. That is, all but a couple                                      of giggling women. He shot them a look and made                                      his way to the private box. His regent, Kraven, seemed                                      to have other plans, as he invited the two to sit with                                      him.

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Give Me Love || Vlad & Elisabeta

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It was a cool evening in Wallachia, an evening so crisp and clear. The moon shown brightly overhead along with the stars twinkling around it in the deep blue sky. A soft breeze blew through trees, rustling their leaves ever so gently. It was a perfect night for the Wallachian prince as he stepped out into his gardens with his lady love, hand in hand as always. 

Vlad looked over at Elisabeta, watching as her dark eyes peered up at the sky as she always did every night. As she smiled in wonderment and fondness, he smiled at her in adoration. His fingers tangled with her own as he brought her hand up to his lips for a kiss to the back of it.

“Iubirea?” Vlad asked softly, green hues gazing upon the woman beside him. “Are...are you happy here? With me?”

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“whose blood is that?”

“Iubirea Mea…” Vlad turned to Elisabeta, startled to find her there in the courtyard where he sat by the fountain. Blood was staining his white undershirt and his sword had been lying on the ground beside him. He gulped loudly, unsure of how he should tell her what had happened, but he knew it best to not jockey her, and just outright say it.

“A spy was in my gardens…and he tried attacking me. He payed dearly for it…”