Romania. 15th Century in 1462. The Dark Prince taking a seat on his throne, his beloved wife was beside him. She didn't look up at him, not even make eye contact as he entered the room.

The Dark Prince Vlad the Impaler known as Vlad Dracula for short. A member of the order of the kingdom.

He turned to his wife, who she ignored completely.

"My love? please look at me". he said. She didn't move. His hand reached her. "Look at me!" grit his teeth, knowing what he can do to hurt her.

With force, she looked into his eyes. "You are my wife, accept your faith that you are married to me!" she pushed his hand away from her.

"Even after my death I won't. I am not your wife my Lord".

"Don't fight me my love. Don't try to fight because I will lose my temper and you know exactly if I lose my temper". she gave him death glare, he spoke back leaned closer to her, whispers. "You belong to me!"

The door burst open. Three military men enter the throne room then bow to Vlad.

"My lord. An enemy approaching our kingdom, we need to be prepared. Our military is already in their place waiting for your order to attack my lord".

Vlad rose up from his throne seat. He walked toward the military. "Where are they now?" he asked.

"They will be in the South, my lord".

He turned to his wife then back to the military. "Gather all. We're going". the military bow again, then walk to the door. He walked to his wife. Kneeling in front of her.

"Our kingdom is under attack. I need you to pray for me and my troops so I can return to you...

His hand stroked her swollen belly with a smile. "And our son". anger, she leaned closer to him, said.

"I prayed for your death!"

Vlad smirking, leaned to kiss her forehead and lips. His eyes met hers. "You are mine. Not even God couldn't separate us". he gave her another kiss, then rushed out from the throne room.

I prayed for your DEATH!

Night. Castle. She remembers how her life was before married an evil prince like Vlad. Perfect life, perfect love she has and her name is Josette Jean Marguerite.

Her hand stroking her belly, her mind was blank. Married and lived with Vlad wasn't a good option. Vlad was rough and obsessed toward hers.

Her mind was lost. She's the daughter of the farmer, father Albot Jacques Marguerite and mother Beatrice Anne Marguerite.

The Marguerite's family lived poorly in the village. Vlad met the family as they were selling vegetables in town. He was completely fond of beautiful Josette.

Josette never liked Vlad even though he was a king and the dark prince in Romania. He cruel, sex slave, and never ever his doing she like.

Josette was the most stubborn woman he ever met. Too brave to fight with the dark Prince like him. She cursed him.

"My lady?" four maids bow behind her. "Is time for bathing my lady. The King himself wants you to have dinner and have a good enough sleep for the sake of the heirs".

The maids bow again. There was no word from Josette as her eyes stared out at the view. The outside was dark, and Vlad was already heading for the battle on the ground.

"My lady?"

Josette looks over her shoulder knowingly she wants them out of the room without any word out from the maids lips.

The maids bow again, slowly making their way out from the chamber. The night was so windy. As the door shut behind, Josette made her own move toward the open window.

Day Later. A member of the order of the kingdom. Vlad returns from a victory against the enemy. His smile never left upon his lips as he arrived, he can't wait to see his beloved wife and share their victory together.

Whom he expects her to wait for him to return. Vlad walks through the corridor toward his chamber.

"My love.. I have returned. I am home". he opened the door. "We have our victory!" cheering but Josette wasn't there for him. "My love? Josette?"

His eyes look around the room. "Josette?"

"My Lord?" the king's adviser walked to him. "You're back my lord".

"My wife. My Josette. Arthur, where is she?" he demanded for his beloved wife. "Where she was hiding from me".

Arthur let out a small sigh. He bowed to Vlad. "Something you need to see my lord. It's about the Queen".

"Is she alright? Is she giving birth to my son while I was away?" Vlad's face is lighter up, happy. "My son.. my boy. Soon will have my throne".

He circled around Arthur. "Where is she, Arthur?"

"My lord. It wasn't just that- I believe you must follow me my lord".

Arthur leads Vlad to the Chapels at the bottom of the castle. He looks confused as Arthur brings him down here. From afar, he could hear people mourning inside the Chapels.

Mourning to whom?

Arthur suddenly stops his track, Vlad almost bumped on his back. He stopped.

"What is all this? Why do I hear people are mourning inside the Chapels? Who is dying?"

Arthur turned to him, his face blank. "The Queen my lord".

Before he could speak more, Vlad pushed Arthur away from his view, storming inside the Chapels. From his eyes, people are mourning include the maids.

Someone was laying on top of a rock table. But who is it?

"What is all this?!" he barked. "Why are all of you mourning! Who's lying there?!"

His finger pointed to. He recognised the brown waving long hair on top of that table. He walked closer and there she was.

Josette is the one laid on that table, dead. "My Lord?" Arthur was behind him.

"Who did this, Arthur! who did this to my WIFE!" he grabbed Arthur's collar neck, "Who did this I demand!"

Choking. Arthur spoke. "N-no my lord. The Queen takes her own life".

"WHY?!"

"Th-that night you left.. she killed herself by jumping out the window".

Arthur sweat as hell, he needs air. He needs Vlad to keep his hand off him. Vlad choked him to death.

"The gatekeeper found the Queen on the ground". Vlad let him go. He screamed and cried. "My lord.." coughing. "My lord. The Queen died together with your son".

"LEAVE! LEAVE! ALL OF YOU LEAVE!"

Arthur, the maids and the others who are mourning about Josette dead rushing out the chapels except for the priest.

"My lord?" The priest slowly approached him. "The Queen's soul is damned to Hell for committing a death. There's nothing we can do". he told him.

Vlad's eyes look up at the empty ceiling. Enraged, Vlad cursed the God.

"YOU HAVE TAKEN AWAY WHAT IS MINE! THERE'S NO GOD BESIDE ME. I AM THE GOD AND YOU CAN GO TO HELL!"

With that outside the castle, the sky suddenly poured heavy rain with thunder and lightning. The priest hurried his feet out from the Chapel leaving Vlad behind.

"WITH ALL THE POWERS OF DARKNESS I WILL RISE FROM THE GRAVE AND YOU WILL NOT STOP ME!"

Still. He cannot accept Josette dead. He cursed the god knowingly what he got from his life until the end of the time.

He will find his Josette, and doesn't care what is coming between him and his beloved. In this century, future centuries, no matter what he will get his Josette back into his arm.

Forever.