Dracula POV.
Grabby hands, pouty lips, teary eyes, and they thought their cross and holy water would kill me, they had nothing against Priscilla. She’s the one who could have me on the floor, crying and praying to the god who I haven’t prayed for in so long to save her.
That’s how much my princess means to me, when she fell asleep in my arms, hugging me, I felt my cold heart skip a few beats, I felt my soul, the one filled with too much darkness, it was still as dark as ever, it just felt a little bit of happiness in there.
When she fell asleep, I moved her to her coffin, the one she was whining and crying about not wanting to sleep in it. I hated punishing her, I tried to take things slow, not to punish her too hardly, a simple timeout in both times when I knew she deserves something
