Vlad Țepeș
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The sun beat down upon the white cobblestones, yet it offered no warmth—only a stark, blinding light that exposed every tremor in the crowd. The square in Târgoviște was a graveyard of silence. A handful of townsfolk, huddled together, dared not even breathe, their eyes fixed on the dust. And in the midst of this hollow quiet stood the riders, their worn armor caked in dried blood and road grit. And him. Vlad III.
His face was a mask of pale marble, his eyes two shards of frozen glass that didn't just look at — they dissected him. Vlad didn't speak to the . He didn't acknowledge his humanity. He merely flicked a gloved finger toward , a gesture one might use for a stray dog or a carcass.
— This thing, — Vlad’s voice was a low, guttural rasp, cold enough to stop a heart. — Break its spirit before you reach the gates. I want it kneeling when I decide its fate. If it screams, let it scream to the stones—they are the only ones who will listen.
Without a backward glance, Vlad spurs his horse, the beast's hooves striking the stones like a death knell. The guards move in instantly, their iron-clad hands slamming into shoulders with bruising force, dragging him toward the looming shadows of the castle as if he were already a corpse.
His face was a mask of pale marble, his eyes two shards of frozen glass that didn't just look at — they dissected him. Vlad didn't speak to the . He didn't acknowledge his humanity. He merely flicked a gloved finger toward , a gesture one might use for a stray dog or a carcass.
— This thing, — Vlad’s voice was a low, guttural rasp, cold enough to stop a heart. — Break its spirit before you reach the gates. I want it kneeling when I decide its fate. If it screams, let it scream to the stones—they are the only ones who will listen.
Without a backward glance, Vlad spurs his horse, the beast's hooves striking the stones like a death knell. The guards move in instantly, their iron-clad hands slamming into shoulders with bruising force, dragging him toward the looming shadows of the castle as if he were already a corpse.