Hello! I'm not sure how long this story will be, but it will be a series of one-shots of Vlad and Mirena's life together before, during, and after the timing of Dracula Untold. I don't own DU. Reviews are welcome. Hope it blesses you. After watching the film, and writing my first two DU fanfics, I can't kill off Mirena!
Hope you enjoy these stories.
"I was the same age as Ingeras when I was sent to live with the Turks. To fight for them." Vlad said sadly with a faraway look, kissing Mirena's fingers. "If I never saw another, it would be too soon!"
Mirena leaned down closer to him, gazing into his haunted gray eyes with her gentle blue ones. "You're home now." She said passionately. "For almost as many years as you were gone."
Vlad tenderly stroked her chin. "I just want peace." He sighed. "That's all."
Ingeras becomes very ill. Everyone just wishes longingly for Vlad to return.
It was two hours before dawn, and it was time for Prince Vlad to depart, for a journey with his men to the mountains. There had been rumors of foreigners making camp up there, and as prince, it was Vlad's job to check them out. He put on his coat and his long red cape. He looked back at his beautiful queen still sleeping in bed. She looked so peaceful. He always hated leaving her, but it was necessary. He quietly came to the bed and leaned closely over Mirena. He softly stroked her cheek. "Mirena?" He whispered gently. Mirena stirred, but was too comfortable to get up. She slowly opened her ocean blue eyes. She smiled.
"Time for you to go?" She asked.
"I'm afraid so." Vlad nodded. "You know I hate leaving you."
"I know." Mirena nodded sleepily, taking his hand. "But it always makes your homecoming more exciting."
"Mmm." Vlad grunted with a smile. "I must leave now. I love you." He kissed her perfect lips.
"I love you too. Please return soon." Mirena begged.
"I will try." Vlad promised. "Tell the children I'll miss them. And that I shall come back with grand stories of my adventures!" He kissed her hand. "Goodbye, my love."
"Be careful." Mirena said as he reluctantly stepped back. He blew her a kiss then walked out of sight. "God keep you." Mirena said, before drifting back to sleep.
In a few more hours, it was morning. The servants were going about the castle, tending to their duties. Mirena took her place at the large dining table for breakfast. A few moments later, the governess Maria entered with thirteen-year-old Sarai. "Good morning, Mother." Sarai smiled and kissed Mirena's cheek.
"Good morning, dear." Mirena smiled back. Sarai sat in her chair.
"Oh." Sarai moaned. "Did Papa already leave?"
"Yes, dear. I'm sorry." Mirena said sympathetically. "But he says he will miss you both, and that he'll come back as soon as possible. Oh, where is your brother?"
"I don't know." Sarai shook her head, and reached forward for her morning food.
"Maria, will you please see what's keeping Ingeras?" Mirena asked the governess.
"Of course." Maria chuckled and left. She returned a few moments later. "My lady, the lad is still in bed. He refuses to get up."
"Oh." Mirena sighed. "I'll go see to him." She rose from her chair and headed to her son's room. "Ingeras?" She spoke as she came in. "What's this I hear about you staying in bed? It's a lovely morning." She sat down on the edge of the bed and touched his shoulder. "Don't you want to get up and go out to play?"
"No." Was the mumbled response. Ingeras was lying on his side, curled up under the velvet covers.
"That's not like you." Mirena frowned. "What's the matter?"
Ingeras slowly opened his eyes and squinted from the sunlight coming in through the windows. His face was flushed and he looked miserable. "Momma, I just want to stay in bed." He moaned. Mirena touched his face with her hand. She gulped.
"Your face is awfully hot." She stated. "Are you well, my love?"
"I don't feel like playing today, Momma. I don't feel like doing anything." Ingeras said.
"Are you in pain?" Mirena asked, concerned.
"My legs hurt, and my head feels really heavy." Ingeras replied. "And I'm...really cold." He squirmed under his blanket.
"I'm afraid you have a fever." Mirena frowned, trying to remain calm. "I'm sorry you feel so poorly. You don't have to get up. You may stay in bed today."
"Where's Papa?" Ingeras moaned pitifully. Right now he really just wanted Vlad to be here, to sit with him.
"I'm terribly sorry, Ingeras." Mirena said dismally. "Your father had to leave this morning on a trip. He should be back in a few days. In the mean time, we'll try to get you well so you two can go riding together when he returns!"
"All right." Ingeras sighed. He turned on his other side, moaning, where he could shield his eyes from the sunlight.
"I'll be back." Mirena told him. She briskly left the room and began breathing heavily. Vlad had been gone less than five hours, and already she ached for him to be back here at her side to be the strong one through this. Already they had a predicament that was more than they knew how to deal with. "Please, please, Lord." Mirena moaned. "Please heal him and restore his health! Please don't let this illness take his life!"
Mirena hurried into the castle's main corridor, calling for one of the servants and commanding him to fetch the physician down in the village. "Maria, we need cloths and a bowl of cool water brought to Ingeras's room!" Mirena told the governess who scurried away to fulfill the command.
"Mother, what's the matter?" Sarai asked.
"Ingeras is ill. He has a burning fever." Mirena said, firmly biting her lip. She had to be strong, for her children's sake. But it was an inward struggle. Oh, Vlad! Why did you have to go, today of all days? Not that she truly believed this was his fault. She knew it wasn't. But how much she missed him terribly, especially right now! She prayed he would have a speedy, safe journey and come back home very quickly.
"Oh, Mother!" Sarai gasped.
"Now, now," Mirena spoke gently, touching her hands, "we must be brave and help restore your brother to health."
"But, shouldn't we send for Papa?" Sarai asked.
"No, not at the moment." Mirena shook her head. "Will you help me tend your brother?"
"Of course!" Sarai agreed.
The physician came and examined the little prince, who moaned and whimpered from his sleep being disturbed and being uncomfortably touched. Mirena, Sarai, and Maria waited for the doctor to speak. "My lady, I'm afraid he is very ill." He told Mirena. "Has he recently traveled anywhere outside of this mountain?"
"We visited Cozia Monastery a couple weeks ago." Mirena said.
"Ohh." The physician shook his head.
"But we all went!" Sarai spoke up. "We were all there, and I feel fine."
"What is it, doctor?" Mirena asked worriedly.
"I'm afraid there has been an epidemic of this fever there for the passed week. People have been dying, especially children."
Sarai gripped Mirena's arm frightfully. "Then why haven't the rest of us come down with it?" Mirena asked firmly.
"It is still possible. Some children are more susceptible to it than others. He must be carefully watched and tended to every hour on the hour. And you all must be very careful, as it could cause an outbreak in this castle."
"Well take care of him...together." Sarai smiled.
The doctor gave Ingeras some medicine then departed. News quickly spread throughout Castle Dracula that their young prince was quite sick. Everybody wanted to help do something. Brother Lucien prayed throughout the day and night. To keep the sickness from spreading, the only ones who were allowed to come into Ingeras's room were Mirena, Sarai, Maria the governess, and the doctor. The three ladies spelled each other caring for Ingeras.
It was finally night on that long, first day. Mirena had hardly left her son's bedside. Sarai stepped inside his room with a tray of food. "Shh! Don't wake him." Mirena shushed her. "I just got him to sleep. He's been so miserable."
"Aww." Sarai grunted. "I brought you some supper. Amethyst thought you'd want to eat it in here."
"Oh, thank you, dear." Mirena smiled.
"Mother, why don't you eat in your bedroom and take a break? I'll sit here with Ingeras." Sarai suggested.
"No, that's okay." Mirena shook her head. "Have you eaten yet, darling?"
"I tried to." Sarai hung her head. "It feels cold and lonesome around here."
"I know."
"Is there anything else I can do to help?"
"Make sure the servants are doing their jobs." Mirena told her. Sarai left the room. Ingeras moaned in his sleep and shivered.
"Momma?" He whimpered with his eyes closed.
"Yes?" Mirena asked softly.
"I don't feel good."
"I know, my love, and I'm sorry." Mirena smiled sympathetically. "But we're trying to get you better."
"Papa? Where's Papa?" Ingeras asked sadly.
"He had to go on a small trip, but he should be back in a few days." Mirena nodded. I hope!
"I want Papa." Ingeras moaned.
"I know. I know." Mirena said, and dabbed his face with a damp cloth. "I'm sorry. I miss him too."
"That's cold!" Ingeras shivered.
"Yes, but it will help draw out the fever." Mirena told him.
"I want Papa."
"Shh. Try to get some sleep." Mirena patted his arm.
"I want Papa. I miss Papa...I...wanna see...Papa..." Ingeras meowed, drifting back into a restless sleep.
The servants asked the young princess if there was anything more they could do to help cure Ingeras. Sarai shook her head, saying they couldn't do more than what they already were. It was passed Sarai's bedtime when she reentered her brother's room. "Here, Mother." She offered Mirena a cup of coffee.
"Oh, thank you!" Mirena smiled tiredly. "You can go to sleep now. I'm having a cot brought in here so I can tend your brother."
"I'll sit with him now, if you want to stretch your legs." Sarai offered.
"I'm fine." Mirena insisted. "You get some sleep. I'm going to really need your help tomorrow."
"All right, but please wake me up, Mother if he gets worse!" Sarai begged.
"I will. Goodnight, my sweet." Mirena kissed her daughter's cheek. "Don't forget to say your prayers!"
"I won't!"
All through the night, Mirena stayed at Ingeras's bedside. The next morning, he was still ill. Sarai spelled her mother. For three days, Ingeras was ill. Mirena, Sarai, and the governess tended him day and night, trying to draw out the fever, trying to warm him up when his little body shook with chills, and trying to reassure him that Vlad would return home as soon as he could. He kept asking and asking for his father. Sarai read one of her stories to Ingeras. While it usually entertained him, this time it put him to sleep. But he did give her a smile out of it. They all ached for Vlad to return, worse than usual. He wasn't a doctor, he couldn't heal his son, but there was just an essence that everything would be made better if Vlad would just come home!
It was the fifth night and Ingeras was as sick as ever. Mirena was so afraid for his life, and Sarai could tell, even though Mirena tried hard to act brave. The physician had come earlier in the evening, and had grimly told them that this fever had taken the lives of several children at Cozia Monastery. He examined Ingeras and told them they should prepare for the worst. Mirena and Sarai were heartbroken. They refused to let their son and brother die.
It was near midnight. Sarai stepped into her brother's room for the umpteenth time and brought a mug of hot coffee to Mirena. Mirena tried to smile but it didn't reach her nose. "Thank you, my sweet." She whispered to Sarai.
"Oh, Mother. Do you think Ingeras will...will make it?" Sarai moaned.
"Yes, yes he will!" Mirena declared would not believe otherwise. "We must pray harder."
"I wish Papa would come home!" Sarai exclaimed.
"He will." Mirena pulled her daughter to her. "He will. Why don't you go to bed, my love? You've been such a wonderful help to me. You need some rest. Go and get some sleep."
"No." Sarai shook her head. "I can't! I'm going to stay up and help you, Mother."
"But, darling if you don't get proper rest, you could become ill too."
"I don't care." Sarai said stiffly.
"Well, I do!" Mirena snapped, startling Ingeras in his light, unhappy sleep. Sarai's lip trembled. "I'm sorry, Sarai. I'm sorry!" Mirena sniffled. "It's just that...I can't bear the thought of possibly losing both my children!"
"Oh, Mother." Sarai sniffled too, wrapping her arms around Mirena's shaking shoulders. "Would you like me to get some fresh water?"
"Yes. Yes, that would be a big help." Mirena smiled wearily. "Thank you, Sweetheart. You're being a real blessing." Sarai quietly nodded and walked out.
Sarai heavily tromped down the stairs through the dark halls of the castle, back down to the kitchen where the servants were keeping fresh supplies at hand when Mirena requested them. The large castle was eerily silent. Sarai felt very alone. Even though he often begged her to play when she'd rather be writing, she loved her little brother dearly. She didn't want Ingeras to die! "Oh, Papa! Where are you?" Sarai cried, not forbidding the tears of worry and hurt. "Why don't you come home? We need you so!" She wailed, doubling over, trying to stifle her sobs. "God, please don't let Ingeras die!" She looked up at the ceiling. "He's our family. Please don't take him away from us!" She didn't hear the heavy, familiar footsteps just entering that very hall.
"Sarai." Vlad's deep, soft voice said quietly. Sarai's head shot up and she looked wide-eyed in his direction. "My darling." Vlad smiled, reaching out his arms.
"Papa!" Sarai sobbed and ran to him. He caught her up in his arms and held her close as she clasped his broad shoulders. "You're back!" Sarai whimpered in his shoulder.
"Yes, darling. I'm back." Vlad said reassuringly. He kissed her wet cheek.
"Oh, Papa. Ingeras is very sick." Sarai blubbered. "He isn't getting better, and he misses you so. He asks for you every time he wakes up. We've tried to help him, but..."
"I'm sorry, daughter." Vlad told her. "I'm so sorry! I didn't know until I reached the castle gates. Several of the villagers ran to me and told me as soon as I arrived. I wish I had been here with you to help you."
"Mother has barely left his room at all. She's in there now." Sarai whimpered.
"All right. I'm home now, Sweetie. It's all right." Vlad said softly. Sarai hugged his neck. He slinked his other arm under her legs and carried her to his and Mirena's bed chamber. He set her on the bed and removed her shoes.
"What are you doing?" Sarai asked.
"You may sleep in here tonight." Vlad told her.
"I have to help Mother." Sarai protested sadly, sitting up. Vlad gazed at her fondly. She wanted to be useful and help her brother, but her eyes were bloodshot and she looked bushed.
"No, no." Vlad shushed her quietly, pushing on her shoulders. "You just lie back. That's it. Look, I'm proud of you for aiding your mother and your brother, especially in my absence. But you've done enough for today. Get some rest."
"Papa..." Sarai tried to argue. Vlad just pulled the rich, velvet covers over her.
"Go to sleep, darling." He said firmly, but not harshly. He tenderly stroked her tired face. "I'm here now. You deserve a rest. I'll help your mother tonight. You just get some sleep."
Sarai's eyelids drooped. She reached her arms up for him. Vlad leaned down and hugged her tightly. "I'm so glad you're home!" Sarai exclaimed.
"So am I." Vlad smiled.
"Everything will be all right now." Sarai sighed against his chest.
"I hope so." Vlad said. He pulled back, set her back down on the pillows, and kissed her face. "Goodnight, my princess."
"Goodnight, Papa." Sarai whispered. Vlad stood up, blew her a kiss, and quietly left.
As Vlad neared his son's room, he heard Mirena crying. The distress in her voice tugged at him. "Ingeras, please don't leave us!" She wept. "We love you so. I promise you father will come back. You must get well. You must! We can't lose you." Vlad stepped in the doorway. Mirena was lying on her son's bed, holding him close and stroking his face. He was still and the sweat on his little bare body glistened with fever.
Vlad came to the bedside and leaned down. He touched Mirena's shoulders with his hands. "Mirena," he whispered. "Mirena, I'm here."
Mirena's heart lept. It was his touch, his voice, his presence. She could feel it all around her, surrounding her like a ray of warm sunshine. She looked up through her tears. It was the most beautiful face she'd ever seen. She shook with sobbing tears of relief, exhaustion, fear, frustration. Vlad pulled her into his wondrous embrace as only he could give. She savored that hug with everything that she was. She anxiously kissed his face all over and her returned it.
"It's okay. I'm home now." He whispered to her.
"I've needed you here so much!" Mirena cried.
"I know. I'm sorry." Vlad cupped her face. "I never would've left had I known what was going on." His arms wrapped around Mirena, he looked down at his son. "How is he doing?"
"Not well." Mirena sniffled. Vlad let her go and sat down on the bed. Ingeras looked so weak, so oblivious to the world around him it was startling. Vlad shuddered to see his child looking so lethargic, as if he was dead already! He stroked his sweaty face and ran his hand through his wet curls. Vlad reached over to the basin of water, rang out the rag, and dabbed his son's face with it. Ingeras didn't stir. "He's been ill since you left." Mirena sat down behind her husband, rubbing his back. "We've tried to get his fever down, but it hasn't worked."
"Has he eaten anything at all?" Vlad asked.
"Barely. I've tried to give him water every chance I get, but he won't take much. He's missed you so much. So have I." Mirena hung her head, leaning on his bicep.
"I missed you too." Vlad said.
"He asks for you all the time. He hasn't stopped. He's been so miserable. It's been difficult to keep him comfortable."
"Mph." Vlad grunted. He felt heavily guilty for not being here for his son, for his family when they'd needed him so. "I'll sit up with him."
"Thank you, dear." Mirena sniffled. "But I'm not going to leave him."
Vlad turned toward her. "Sweetheart, you're exhausted. I don't want you to fall sick too. If there's any change, I promise I'll wake you. But please, get some sleep."
"I'm fine." Mirena smiled wearily. She looked so drained.
"Mirena." Vlad said firmly, squeezing her hand. "Please." He begged. "I won't leave his side. I'll stay right here with him."
"All right." Mirena reluctantly agreed. "But please wake me if there's any change!"
"I will." Vlad gripped her hand and kissed it. "I'm sorry I wasn't here to help you through this!"
"Sarai's helped me so much." Mirena smiled fondly, though her eyes drooped. "She's been so sweet, overseeing the servant's duties, bringing me refreshments, reading to her brother...she's so selfless."
"She's a real princess." Vlad agreed heartily. "With a generous heart, just like her mother." He pulled Mirena's face to him and kissed her hard. "You get some much needed rest, darling. I'll look after our son."
"I love you." Mirena whispered and slowly curled up on the cot on the floor. Vlad covered her up and caressed her hair. She was asleep within moments. Vlad slipped his arms under her and carried her to the master bed chamber. He tucked her in next to their slumbering daughter. He kissed her face then returned to his son.
Vlad scooted closer to Ingeras's side. He gently dabbed his face, arms, and torso with the wet rag. "I'm home now, Ingeras. It's okay, son." He said sadly, tears swelling in his eyes. "I love you. Please get well for your mother. You have to recover, for all of us. Our people need selfless, brave lads like you." He kissed Ingeras's head, and continued tending him.
It was breaking dawn. Ingeras slowly began to stir. He flitted his soft blue eyes open and glanced around. Vlad was lying on his side, sleeping, nestled as close to his son as possible with his long arm draped across him. Ingeras's eyes lit up. He hugged his father's arm and clutched it. "Papa, you're home!" He announced excitedly.
"Ohhh..." Vlad grunted loudly, stirring slightly. He blinked and stretched hard.
"You're back!" Ingeras grinned at him.
"Hmm?" Vlad yawned, then looked at his son. "Why aren't you asleep?"
"I woke up. And found you!" Ingeras smiled.
"Mph." Vlad kissed his head. "How do you feel, son?"
"Hungry." Ingeras whined. "When did you come home?"
"Last night." Vlad explained as he rubbed his son's stomach. "You were sleeping, very heavily."
"Why didn't Momma wake me up?" Ingeras moaned.
"You were sick, you needed your rest." Vlad said. He felt Ingeras's forehead with the back of his hand. "I think your fever has left! Thank God."
"Can we go riding today, Papa?" Ingeras asked.
Vlad laughed heartily. "Not so fast, my big soldier! I'm afraid we can't today."
"Why not?" Ingeras frowned.
"Son, you just got over being very ill. If you get up and play, you could become sick again. You still need to recover."
"But I feel good."
"I know, I know." Vlad shushed him gently. "But your mother will be furious with me and send me to the guillotine if she knew I let you out of bed too soon!"
"Not so. Momma wouldn't do that!" Ingeras corrected him.
"No, of course not." Vlad cleared his throat. "It was a joke! I was trying to cheer you up."
"That wasn't funny, Papa!" Sarai scolded as she appeared. "It was dreadfully morbid."
"And good morning to you too." Vlad grinned sheepishly. "But, you're right. I suppose it was."
"Ingeras, you're awake!" Sarai smiled.
"And I'm better."
"I'm glad." Sarai sighed with relief.
"Sarai, why don't you get your brother something to eat?" Vlad suggested. "The inner man is crying for nourishment."
"Yes. I'm starving!" Ingeras agreed, patting his bare stomach. "Can you bring me some tarts, Sarai? Please?" He begged, with puppy dog eyes.
Sarai chuckled. "Well, all right, Your majesty. Since you've been so ill." Then she narrowed her eyes at Vlad. "I'm going to tell Mother on you, you know."
"Ohh." Vlad pretended to shudder, grinning playfully. "Oh, dear. I'm afraid I'm in for it."
"Can't I do something today, Papa?" Ingeras moaned, looking up at him sadly.
"Yes, you can rest and build your strength back up." Vlad told him firmly. "Hey, I had an exciting trip. I'll sit with you and tell you all about it, if you be good and don't give your mother a fuss."
Ingeras considered it thoughtfully. "Will Momma really be cross with you?" He asked.
"I'm afraid she will." Vlad nodded. "If I let you make yourself ill again."
"Well, I suppose I could stay in bed." Ingeras sighed.
"I think that is a wise decision." Vlad poked his nose in approval with his index finger.
"After all, we don't want Momma to become cross, do we?" Ingeras grinned up at Vlad. Mirena was the sweetest, gentlest soul they'd ever known. But it was disparaging when she was moody or unhappy. If Mirena wasn't happy, the whole castle was unhappy.
"Noo!" Vlad shook his head, wide-eyed. "No, we do not want that!"
"Vlad, just what have you been telling these children about me?" Mirena asked with her hands on her hips when she came in.
Vlad looked up at her innocently. "Nothing incriminating, I assure you, my love." He smiled guiltily.
"Sarai said you were talking about me!" Mirena replied. Vlad flashed her a winning, toothy grin. Mirena tried hard to frown. He knew she could never resist it. She turned her attention on her son, whom she'd been so worried about the night before. "How are you feeling, son?" She asked, sitting next to him on the other side of the bed. She ruffled her hand through his hair.
"I feel good, Momma." Ingeras announced proudly. "I really wanted to get up and go riding, but Papa won't let me. He says I have to stay in bed." Ingeras moaned, hoping his pitiful voice would persuade Mirena to butter her husband up to change his mind. Mirena arched her eyebrows in surprise and gaped at Vlad. He just shrugged. But he knew he'd pleased her.
"And he's right." Mirena stated. Ingeras groaned and flopped back down in the pillows. He'd shot and missed. "You have to get your strength back. Now, how about some breakfast?"
"Yes!" Ingeras exclaimed.
"Then after that, I'm sending for the doctor." Mirena said.
"Oh no." Ingeras moaned. Vlad was still lying next to him. "He's just going to make me feel all bad again."
"Don't argue with your mother." Vlad whispered to him. "Trust me, you can't win!" Then he poked his son's armpits. Ingeras giggled.
"Papa, don't." He scolded. Vlad ran his fingers up and down the back of his son's neck. "Ahhaha. Papa, stop!" Ingeras pleaded. Vlad just chuckled.
"Vlad, you mustn't." Mirena tried to protest, bumping his shoulder with her fist. "He's still weak. You must not overexcited him!" Vlad halted and grabbed her. He dipped her into his lap and kissed her hard. After all the stress they'd gone through-without his support-in worrying over and praying and hoping for Ingeras to survive, they needed a good laugh. They needed to release their emotions held in for too long. He was trying to make them feel better. It was the least he could do. Mirena grinned up at him. Then he furiously tickled her sides with his long fingers. "Ahh! Vlad, stop!" She laughed out loud. "Stop it, you big...Ohff. Release me, I beg you!" Ingeras giggled in the pillows.
"Never!" Vlad playfully growled.
"Hey, what's going on in here?" Sarai asked as she entered with a tray of strawberry tarts and cocoa. "Papa, what are you trying to do to Mother?" Vlad and Mirena looked up at her.
"Just letting out some much needed giggles." He smirked naughtily. Ingeras sat up and tugged back on his father's jacket.
"Don't worry, Mother. We'll save you!" Sarai declared. She put the tray aside and sprang forward on the bed. She jumped onto Vlad from his side and tried to pull him off of Mirena. He let out an exaggerated groan. Before he knew it, he was on top of Mirena. Shrugging, they kissed each other while Sarai and Ingeras hugged their father from behind. Now that he was home, everything would be all right.
Vlad was lying on the sofa in the drawing room, taking a breather after a long morning overseeing tasks for the next week. He rubbed his temple. Ingeras bounced into the room. He flipped onto the sofa and wormed his way up to Vlad's face. "Can we go riding today, Papa? Please?" He begged.
Vlad smiled wearily. "Of course." He yawned. "In a couple hours."
"How about now?" Ingeras asked.
"Oh, not now, son. Papa's tired."
Ingeras wouldn't take no for an answer. He'd felt so cooped up the passed two weeks, stuck in bed, recovering from his recent sickness. And his energy levels were escalated, needing to burst out. He hopped on Vlad's stomach. Vlad grunted loudly. Then he gave in. "All right. All right." He sighed.
"Goodie!" Ingeras cheered and hopped off. "Come on, Papa. Let's go!" He tugged on Vlad's arm.
"I'm coming. I'm coming." Vlad told him. He laughed in exhaustion as he was dragged outside.
"Now, be careful and don't overdue it." Mirena warned her son.
"Don't worry about me, Momma. The doctor said I'm all better! Come, Papa!" Ingeras smiled. Vlad glanced helplessly at Mirena as he staggered after his overly energetic son.
"Have a nice time." Mirena smiled.
"He's definitely recovered!" Sarai exclaimed as she watched them.
"Indeed." Maria the governess agreed. "It's good to see him so full of life again." To think that only two weeks ago, Ingeras had been weak and dangerously sick. It had been such a scary time for them. Now it was as if it had never happened! The ladies smiled as they watched father and son ride off into the fields, the son racing off ahead and the father trying to catch up to him.
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