As Vlad and I readied for bed, my head stirred with emotions and thoughts. The children were trying to protect their mother. They were only nine and twelve, I had seen them many times playing with Gracie. Always sticking up for the littler children, a brother and a sister that had one another’s back. They managed to take three enemies down before they were slain by Flasir.
Vlad wrapped me into a tight soothing embrace, his hand running through my hair, head against his chest. I was tired of crying, tired of the pain his father was inflicting, all because he wanted more. More power, more territory, and he didn’t care who he destroyed to get it. His own son has to fight against him because he was to take the throne. I will never understand how you could harm your own child, your very own
