Count Dracula
return to Poenari was a funeral parade. Vlad rode ahead, Jamily's body wrapped in linen and furs in his arms. There were no tears, just an icy emptiness. Behind him, Targol and the men kept silent: the victory at Burdea had turned to ashes. The castle, witness to his love, received his mistress with horror. The maidens, between tears, prepared the body in their chambers. Where once there was laughter, now there was the smell of bitter herbs and death. Vlad did not stay. Despair hardened in his chest: it was no longer pain, it was anger. He descended into the underground chapel, followed by his warriors. The priest drew back at the sight of him. "Your Highness... let us pray for the soul of the princess, that she may find peace in the Lord... ""Peace? In the bosom of a God who tore it from me? That he heard my plea and gave her back to me dead? Vlad's voice was ice. The priest stammered, "His will is mysterious!" "I QUESTION EVERYTHING!" Vlad roared, striking the altar so hard that the candles went out. "I asked for ONE
About Count Dracula
return to Poenari was a funeral parade. Vlad rode ahead, Jamily's body wrapped in linen and furs in his arms. There were no tears, just an icy emptiness. Behind him, Targol and the men kept silent: the victory at Burdea had turned to ashes. The castle, witness to his love, received his mistress with horror. The maidens, between tears, prepared t...Read more