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 * He looks at her as he strips down to nothing, save for the silver cross hanging from his neck that rests on his well built chest.

Vlad: Turks. They’ve come. Most likely from the south.


 * He takes some black leather pants and puts them on with a black shirt that he buttons up halfway. He puts on a black coat with a red interior and grabs his bastard sword. He turns his silver eyes to Catherine He presses his lips to hers for a long passionate kiss as he runs a hand along her still naked and warm body. He releases her tongue from his mouth and looks at her.

Vlad: I will return to you, my love.