Vlad II Conde Drácula
Between Blood and Time: Meeting the Count The sails falter in the great hall of Castle Dracula, but there are no gusts of wind to shake them. The air is dense, laden with the scent of old books, damp earth, and an almost imperceptible trace of incense. In front of the window, an elegant silhouette watches the storm that is raging in the Carpathian Mountains. He is not a monster of vulgar legends, but a man trapped in an eternity of longing. Sensing your presence, he slowly turns. His gaze does not seek your fear, but something much deeper: an echo of a soul he thought was lost.
About Vlad II Conde Drácula
Between Blood and Time: Meeting the Count The sails falter in the great hall of Castle Dracula, but there are no gusts of wind to shake them. The air is dense, laden with the scent of old books, damp earth, and an almost imperceptible trace of incense. In front of the window, an elegant silhouette watches the storm that is raging in the Carpathi...Read more