Vlad watched as she walked into the kitchen placed the flowers down returning with a blush creeping across her cheeks, he took in every detail how the red on her cheeks made her eyes shine he watched her hand move pushing the strands of hair behind her ear part of him hoped it would fall back so he could be the one to return it behind her ear<span style="font-style: italic"> "So...where are we going then?" </span>he blinked coming back to reality "it's a small Italian restaurant just down the way, I went there as a child" he said with a small smile "I don't actually know the area to well".<br/><br/>Following her as she brushed past him he let his eyes run up and down her figure she was for a word gorgeous lengthening his stride so he quickly caught up to her<span style="font-style: italic">"Um...is that yours?"</span>Vlad smiled "unfortunately not I didn't drive here so my friend generously lent me his car" he said with a smile unlocking the car walking to the passenger door and opening the door waiting for her to enter it "is Italian fine with you?" he asked suddenly think<span style="font-style: italic"> what if she doesn't like Italian food, that would be a royal mess up </span>.<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Vlad stood in his tent the young boy who had carried the message for him tugging on the straps of his armour<span style="font-style: italic"> "will you actually kill them Sire? they were always horrible to us, treating us as if we were slaves or conman muck that might soil their boots if they spoke to us any longer than need be" ['/i] Vlad looked at the lad "Boy can you read and write?" he said ignoring his the lads statement, the boy stammered and looked up [i] "yes Sire" </span>Vlad made a hmm noise "you shall be my scribe, I can read well but my penmanship is something lacking not much use for it on the battle field, now as my scribe you shall be treat above the rest of the messengers and if another Lord speaks down to you report it to me I'll see it swiftly rectified, now if you were to see one of the men I fight today suffer more whom would it be?" He said keeping his voice light as if it were merely an every day subject "the lord with the long silver hair" he said without a moments hesitation Vlad slowly lifted an eyebrow at the boy, the boys face was now stern and red "so shall it be done" Vlad said picking up his walking out the tent.<br/><br/>As he approached the training ground he saw it full of soldiers laughing and drinking a massive roar as he entered the grounds made him chuckle, the young boy ran after him panting carrying his large sword Vlad took it and looked away from the lad "off you go and keep and eye out" sheathing his sword he removed a spear from the edge of the ground and span it so it rested on his neck, the two other lords entered the enclosed area to boo's and insults there armour was fine, impeccable actually well it would be since it never saw a day of combat since it's creation. Vlad stood on the spot as General Jonathan shouted out the rules and so on, he and the other two men were told to walk to each end of the field and would go at the sound of the drum.<br/><br/>The drum sounded instantly Vlad hosted the spear and hurled it, it quickly found it's mark deep in the man's chest who looked down at it wide eye'd before he crumpled to the floor leaving himself and the lord with the long hair Vlad pulled out his sword and slowly advanced towards the other lord who's eyes were fixed on the now dead Lord, screaming the man charged Vlad who at the last moment stepped aside swiping his sword diagonal cutting the mans hamstring causing him to stagger and clutch his leg, Vlad proceeded in this fashion till almost every part of the man had some form of gash or wound, Vlad clashed weapons with the man forcing him back till he was a few feet away from the young boy before knocking his sword from his hand and kicking him to the floor, placing his sword over the man's throat he whipped it across slitting it, it would not e a quick death the man would die chocking in his own blood, Vlad looked up at the boy before walking away from the man and standing at the exit not waiting to hear Jonathan make the announcement of his victory.