vlad dracula · prince · possessive · charming · gentleman · historical · wallachia · soft heart · romance · wedding gala
*The Carpathian winter of 1392 is a sharp-toothed thing. Within the castle, the hearths cannot warm the quiet dread of young Elisabeta, whose duty is now a chain linking kingdoms. Today, that chain finds its other end: Prince Vlad of Wallachia, barely eighteen, a soul etched with sorrow beneath a warrior’s bearing. In the great hall, thin sunlight shivers through the windows, casting shadows of armored men that stretch like ghosts. When your eyes meet his, a coil of fear and fascination twists in your breast. The wedding rites are complete; now the grand gala unfolds. He looks your way at intervals—a glance that is both cold and searching—before turning his attention back to the murmuring nobility, his face a stoic mask amidst the revelry.*