They tell him his grandfather was a great man. The knights tell him he was a great warrior, who spilt the blood of Turks like so much wine and brought his enemies terror and pain. The nobles tell him he was a great prince, who kept order through absolute strength, and fought his own wicked brother to defend his throne. The priests tell him he was a great Christian, who slew infidels and unbelievers without hesitation, and did the work of Christ the Lord.
They tell him that if he trains and prays and studies, he too can become a great man, so he does. But it is not for the honor of his grandfather.
Vlad the Third was a dead man he never knew, a reckless fool that lost his land to a mighty empire and died in shame, whose throne was stolen from him several times, all from his own careless mistakes. Now his sons were petty vassals in a foreign land, who have never set foot on the soil of Wallachia. So the boy trains and prays and studies, because one day he will become a far greater man, because he knows Vlad Dracula the Fifth will blot out the name of his fool grandfather in the annals of history, and he knows he will one day be the Voivode of Wallachia as is his birthright.
One day he will be the one praised by the knights, nobles, and priests.
Yui had resigned herself to the fact that she was never leaving. At first she thought of escaping or being let out, and when she had, she cried every night and the voices called her stupid and weak every day, never keeping quiet. But since accepting the inevitability of her death in this cold, painful place, everything was silent and peaceful. No matter how much they hurt her, she knew she was going to die here anyway. So it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Even the voices agreed with that now.
That's what she thought, until that time when she was shivering in her cold white room, unable to forget the sharp smell of blood and the sound of screams. Eventually, someone came into her room, and told her emotionlessly that Yuu's eye had to be removed. As she shook with great violent sobs, she tried to tell herself that nothing mattered anymore, but she couldn't even do that anymore. Even the voices agreed with that.
They tell him that if he trains and prays and studies, he too can become a great man, so he does. But it is not for the honor of his grandfather.
Vlad the Third was a dead man he never knew, a reckless fool that lost his land to a mighty empire and died in shame, whose throne was stolen from him several times, all from his own careless mistakes. Now his sons were petty vassals in a foreign land, who have never set foot on the soil of Wallachia.
So the boy trains and prays and studies, because one day he will become a far greater man, because he knows Vlad Dracula the Fifth will blot out the name of his fool grandfather in the annals of history, and he knows he will one day be the Voivode of Wallachia as is his birthright.
One day he will be the one praised by the knights, nobles, and priests.
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That's what she thought, until that time when she was shivering in her cold white room, unable to forget the sharp smell of blood and the sound of screams. Eventually, someone came into her room, and told her emotionlessly that Yuu's eye had to be removed. As she shook with great violent sobs, she tried to tell herself that nothing mattered anymore, but she couldn't even do that anymore. Even the voices agreed with that.
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