"Should we wake them?" A young boyar asked the other.
"What, and risk impalement on his blood-blackened stakes? Any little thing he doesn't like usually end up in death." The elder panicked in the other's face.
Wisely, the younger quickly and quietly nodded and tip-toed past the prince's bedroom with the other, fearful like the other boyars were of course. The important matters would wait another time.
Meanwhile inside the bedroom the prince indicted was fast asleep with his lover Anette in his arms.
After awhile he woke up from his dream. His dream of happiness with his beloved Anette, of what the future will hold for them both…when they will marry.
You will be my princess, my heavenly princess of Walachia. He thought as he stroked her slightly wavy, deep brown hair. She wore her red dress, her arms wrapped around his body as she held tight in her sleep. Prince Dracula, as he was called, admired her greatly. She was strong, brave, smart and very beautiful. She will make a lovely wife.
Tenderly he stroked her cheek as he thought of the future. The wedding in a few days, the wedding night, crowning her as princess, ruling and fighting the Turks and having their first child. It was now, he hoped, going to be all possible because she loved him and he loved her. Nothing he hoped will ever separate them from each other. Nothing.
But for now, he was content to just take a nap after a long day of work with his fiancé and share these moments of peace together. Work, as in executing, signing decrees, listening in the court for two hours of judicial daily drama and dealing with the war coming closer and closer to the capital among his generals and boyars. He definitely needed a break.
A break was what he was getting, a pleasant one in fact. Time with his beloved. Nothing mattered to him in the world at that moment, only he was sharing the warmth of her and him, together in peaceful slumber.
Sleep was over taking him now. He smiled once more as he looked at her closed eyes and her beautiful face that was snuggled against his chest, her body draped over his as he lay under the black covers. His pants and unbuttoned shirt the only thing he was wearing, too tired to undress or anything. It didn't matter at all; he wouldn't do anything…too intimate…with her yet. That was for after the wedding.
They were both content now, just being alone together and listening to each other's peaceful breaths, the only sound in the room.
The rhythm they were living in was peace in quiet, while a war to save the lives of all and keep the Western world form the destruction of the Turks was outside. Inside the dark room, it was quiet.
Vladislaus Dracula hoped desperately that he would never die. He wanted to live to see her smiling face again, to feel her against him, to kiss her deeply and hold her again. Everyday there was a chance he wouldn't live, especially when he was doing his battle campaigns.
He held her tighter at those thoughts.
No one will take her away from him, no one. And if they did, he would rip out their throats and stake them on the spot.
But if she died…
Then he would die, if there was nothing he could ever do, to bring her back. Even if he had to die and go to heaven, and drag her back down to earth with him, anything he must do to take her back he vowed he would.
He kept thinking about Anette all the times of the day. Every minute had her image floating in his head, not distracting what he was doing but in fact encouraging him to work harder, so he could soon have free time to be with his beloved.
Then they could be together and simply enjoy each other's company, either peaceful or onto other things.
When he was growing up, he never had peace.
With his angel now, he could at last.