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Vlad's POV
He wasn't an idiot - no matter what Ingrid liked to say. He knew why she hated him.
She hated him because father put him first, before her, and because mother had left after he was born, and because she felt unloved. And she forgot that it wasn't really his fault - the Count had been the one to abandon her, not Vlad. In fact, it was quite the opposite - he would much rather have Ingrid as the heir, and have his father stop pestering him. He liked mortals.
Ingrid didn't.
She would have made a much better heir.
It wasn't his fault the Count was sexist, only the fact that their father was so old as that women were doormats.
So he blamed Ingrid's attitude on their father, because if he was a proper father more of the time then Ingrid wouldn't feel like this.
She would feel loved. She wouldn't feel abandoned for the sake of Vlad.
Once upon a time she'd known that and she hadn't taken her anger out on him too seriously.
Once upon a time he'd forgiven her for the anger she did take out on him - after all, it would have to make her snap sometime.
But not now.
Now she was cruel and heartless, despite the fact that it wasn't Vlad's fault, not really. They'd both changed, both become more ruthless, less caring.
Now she was spiteful and pitiless, and he couldn't blame it on their father any more.
It was no one's fault but her own.
He couldn't forgive her for this. Not this time.
