Vlad looked into her eye smiling watching the cogs turn in her head as she debated the wonders of the world, they had all of a sudden become wonders to him. Everything seemed brighter less boring more full of life, he felt her warmth against his skin and it just felt so right, it baffled him, normally he wasn't one for  cuddling, he often found it uncomfortable and got dead arms from them leaning on it, but with her she felt so soft under him, he breathing so regular and sweet he felt like he never wanted to let go.<br/><br/>Vlad smiled as he saw her eyes un focus and thought himself, he wasn't the type to rush into bed anyway, hence Johns idea of dragging him out to "get some" try and loosen him up, but he doubted this plan and right now, he didn't want anyone else in his arms again, after a short while her eyes slide back into focus and she looked at him and her expression changed and he could have sworn before she turned away he saw a tear roll down her cheek, "I don't know what to do next." She said to him.<br/><br/>Vlad smiled and leant in and kissed and nipped her neck playfully chuckling "what do you wanna do next? I have no great plans we can spend all the time you like together" he paused stretching the last word "maybe even dinner" he said with a cheesy smile and let out a small sigh, "and then if you like you can join me and John if you like" his voice was monotone and robotic as he said it the idea of her spending any time with the horn dog John was not his favorite idea.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/>Vlad sat by the fire with his men him and they were all merry by this point singing drinking songs of war an battle, Vlad was in a very good mood for tomorrow he would be returning home away from this war he cared so little for, away from that ass of a lord, away from the nobles and all the crap they brought with them, tomorrow he would return home a hero from a land free'd he would become ruler of that land and his people would serve him unwavering in there resolve that he saved them all from servitude.<br/><br/>Vlad watched as one by one his mean retreaded to there tents staggering back singing there own merry little song until he was the last sitting there, he had stopped drinking now and the look on the girls face haunted him slightly, he let out a chuckle and spat into the fire, "she'll come and who knows perhaps she'll be the death of me, father always said<span style="font-style: italic"> I swear woman will be the death of me </span>well wouldn't it be ironic if he was stricken down by a woman, but he knew full well that final battle would be glorious, his blood would boil and she would come back stronger and have a fire in her he does not carry.<br/><br/>Vlad stood after a while in his reflections and picked up a bucket and poured it onto the fire and it made a violent hiss and steam rose from the embers, leaning over he picked up his blood soaked armor and carried it with him dumping it on the blacksmith table for it to be resharpen and cleaned. Vlad made his way to his large tent and pushed it open blurry eyed he saw a letter on his bed in neat writing the writing of a noble<span style="font-style: italic"> fuck that I'll read it tomorrow. </span><br/><br/>Early the next morning Vlad awoke to the chirps of birds and the talking of men and the clanking of armor as the marched past him, he looked around and ceased the letter tearing it open and read it allowed<span style="font-style: italic"> Lord Vladimir, your service to our lord is unquestionable and we commend you on your victory and the killing of the empress. That being said we are afraid your country is still in need of your services and in this time we cannot allow you to go home, we hope you understand and will fight with the mentality you have shown us in history signed </span>the signature was some swiggle that was unreadable and meant nothing to the world outside the nobles.<br/><br/>Vlad stood and let out a shout it came out more of a roar and he threw his bedside table across the tent "fuck the nobles, fuck them all" he yelled as he stormed out the tent.