Salvation

Chapter One

Temptation

Temptation, how wrong is the desire?

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They say that marriage is the most joyous time of a women's life, it is her time to shine. Her moment in life to feel special and to feel amazing and to be with the person she loves for the rest of the life. There are those special cases were that did not happen. And this was one of those times, welcome to the life of Romania Lumina Slovak.

Welcome to the Fourteenth Century, were everything just gets exciting.

"Well, darling, I am finally going to make some use of you." Szamuel said as he looked towards his daughter. "That beauty has finally earned you a place within this world." He paused to gather his thoughts for a moment; he wanted to be clear with this woman that sat in front across from him. "Now; listen, you must behave yourself… actually, please refrain from being yourself." He said dryly as he looked to the coachman. "Be a proper young woman that would be willing to marry and bring some honor to her family." He said as he coachman opened the door for them to get out of the cart.

With elegant brows pulled down to captivate and expression of the displeasure she was feeling. She disliked being talked to like this. As if she was just a mere child, a woman of a brothel. She turned her head towards the outside world, getting ready to make her leave from the coach. They have reached the kingdom of Transylvania. Her father's words seeped into her mind and twisted her emotions. "I am more useful then that maid that mother caught you in the horse kennel with." She stared at him. She was giving her so-called father a taste of his words he dare spite her with. "I can keep the peace with my person, while you cannot even try to find a more diplomatic solution to your problems besides gamble your own flesh and blood. But as the saying goes, blood is thicker than water of the womb." She countered her father. "And I shall be of myself then that of a liar and a fake which you so happen to play the part perfectly as the King you claim to be." The blonde women spat to the so called King. Her words spiteful and hate filled. How she detested her father with the passion. She could not stand the man that her father had become; he was no King or man to her, but a weak willed man that could no longer defend his own people and kingdom. "I know my place in this world, and I will fight and continue to rebel against my law as a woman, but do you know your place in this world?"

He raised his hand to her face to strike her across her face. "Wretch, do not speak to me as such or I shall beat that rebelliousness out of you!" He promised her. He will not tolerate this nonsense behavior.

"Sir, Lord Tepes shall be here soon. Please mind yourself." The coachman warned the man, he knew that the Princess had a mind of her own and challenged anyone who would dare talk down to her in such an ill manner. He turned himself and looked to the castle of Tepes.

"You're right." He cleared his throat and stepped from the coach and turned towards the entranced and helped his daughter from the cart. "Try to act decent; Romania or do us all a favor and keep your mouth closed and only speak when you are spoken to." He adjusted his clothes and helped his daughter from the coach.

Placing her feel upon the ground, she took a well-rounded look upon the castle. She opened her white fan and lightly fanned her face. She found herself drawn to the castle; she felt as though there was something dark and wicked living within the stonewalls. She lightly shook her head. 'Nothing but a trick of the heart.' She turned away from the place she would call home.
She knew that in just moments, she will have her handed kissed upon by her betrothed. She soon will no longer the daughter of Zsammuel; King of Bulgaria. She would be the Queen of Transylvania, the wife of Vladimir Țepeș the III, the King of Transylvanian. She looked towards the doors as they opened up, she tilted her head to the side as she looked at the male that walked from the doors. She held her fan in her left hand siginfying that she was desirous of his acquaintance.

She watched as Vladimir bowed to them slightly in respect to them. "Good Evening." He said to the both of them.