I was only a young thing when I heard the story of Vlad the Impaler. But now, he is known as Dracula, to almost all. My mother used to tell me that it was only a story, that there was no such man to ever have existed, "Like a silly old myth. A legend that was drawn out through the ages of time, twisted and mangled unt...
He returned to me rugged and patchy, but the same nonetheless. Vlad had spent months away from my side to protect me from a man who'd beaten me for damaging his image to formidable adversaries in trade and war. But I wasn't afraid of what he could do to me. I was afraid of what he thought I could do to him.