Vamp!Romania x Reader x Wiz!Norway Pt.1

    It was the year 1459 when I first met the mysterious man named Vladimir. At that time he was the Voivode* of the city of Bucharest and was highly respected among the noblemen and women alike. The men saw him as a strong and able leader while the women just fancied his looks and romantic ways. Of course it was hard for any girl to not be drawn in by his charming and outgoing personality and unique looks of strawberry blonde hair and demonic red eyes. Despite the high superstitions of the people, they all seemed to be drawn into his act and didn't give his eyes a second thought after he passed it off as a medical condition. Everyone believed him because they didn't believe that their friendly ruler could ever be something that everyone feared the most during those times, a Vampire.

    It seemed like I was the only one who saw right through his mask of lies and noticed the dark desires behind those ruby orbs of his. He had all the citizens in the palm of his hands and they were completely clueless to the power he held. I used to be the same way, before I had met him I looked up to the young lord, I was a naïve at the time. My father was the high Cneaz** of the city and had arranged for me to be married to Vladimir as soon as I turned 16. He had accepted my fathers offer in order to keep up good relations and improve his image. A week after my 16th birthday the lord threw a ball at his castle to celebrate our marriage which was to take place the next day. If I could go back to the day of the ball I would turn and run in the other direction, if I only knew what it would eventually lead to.

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    My (e/c) eyes stayed fixed on the passing streets as my father continued to remind me of all the things I should remember when I met my future husband. Keep perfect posture and smile, speak politely and only when spoken to, dance with anyone who asked to not be rude, and the list goes on. I had memorized all of this by now since I was born into royalty but he had to make sure that our family made a good impression. To be honest, I was a nervous wreck on the inside, I was meeting the famous Vladimir Popescu*** for the first time and the next day I would be married to him. I just hope he is exactly like everyone says, if so I already see myself falling in love with him.

    My father had finally stopped talking when the horses that were drawing our carriage made a stop, signaling that we have arrived. The doors opened and a servant offered me his hand, I took it and gripped my large (f/c) dress with my other before stepping out into the fresh air. The first thing about the castle that caught my attention was the lush garden. Dog roses, poppies, and tulips made their home around the castle and were all blooming proudly. The castle itself was tall and made out of smooth light stone, although it was quite intimidating because it was bigger than my house.

    "________, this way, we don't want to be late," My father grumbled out before marching to the large wooden doors. I quickly took one of the pink dog roses before following behind but took an extra second to admire the beautifully crafted designs in the wood, something he would never appreciate. I put on my best smile and placed the small dog rose in my (h/c) hair, they had always been my favorite flower and I'm sure no one would mind that I took one. One of the several servants opened the doors for us and then lead us through the extravagant house and to the ballroom.

    "Now presenting the Cneaz, (father's/n) (l/n) and his daughter, Lady _______ (l/n)," The announcer called out as we both bowed/curtsied and began to descend the red wood staircase. All eyes turned to me and I could feel the envious gazes of all the women and the lustful stares of the men which made me highly uncomfortable. Yes, I have been to countless balls in my royal young life but never to one thrown in my honor, the very thought made me fidget with my dress nervously. The soft music that was playing in the background helped calm my nerves slightly but the room was also filled with the scent of wine and countless different perfumes and my corset wasn’t helping with my light headedness. Thankfully the large windows were open allowing some fresh air and warm sun in.

    As my father weaved carefully through the people I marveled at the high ceiling, expensive paintings and decorations, and the wide range of people either twirling in their lovers arms or off to the side chatting idly.

    While I was taking in the sights with awe I failed to notice a cold gaze studying my every move, enthralled by my excited behavior. As I continued to follow my father through the crowds I finally met the mystical eyes that were stalking over my form. I couldn't get a good look at him for it was only for a second before someone obscured my view and he vanished. From the small fraction of time I caught his eyes I could tell that something about him was haunted and lonely.

    My father stopped when he found his acquaintances and began to chat with them, too busy to care about anything but business which annoyed me to no end, that's all he ever seemed to care about. That is why we were here in the first place because he practically sold me to the highest bidder. Despite my angry mind I didn't let it show through and kept a small smile on my face and my attitude and posture in check, I have been through this drill too many times.

    After a few minutes of pretending to listen happily to whatever the group said I decided that I needed more of an adventure, I wanted to see the rest of the party. "Father, may I be excused? I am quite parched," I spoke politely when no one was talking to not interrupt. He seemed to have forgotten that I was there in the first place and just waved me off with his hand. I quickly curtsied to the group and began towards the snack table to grab a drink while casually glancing at everyone else have fun.

    When I got to the drink table no one seemed to be around or was too busy to care so I dropped my facade for a moment and sighed quietly. 'I am so tired of playing the innocent little angel,' I cursed in my thoughts as I sipped my drink in silence, 'Hopefully my future husband will be more accepting of the real me.'

    I set the wine glass back on the table and closed my tired (e/c) eyes for a moment before opening them quickly when I felt a hand stroke my (h/l) (h/c) hair. Without thinking I jerked back and slapped the strangers hand away. I glared at him with a fire in my eyes, the last thing I needed was some pervert trying to hit on me. The said man was wearing a deep red trench coat with white cuffs, black pants, red and black boots, and a small top hat with a red and a white ribbon. What he was wearing however didn’t stand out as much compared to his red eyes, cocky smirk, and dirty blonde hair; the dog rose in his hand also made it clear that he took it out of my hair.

    When I was done examining him everything finally click in my mind; this was Vladimir Popescu. My glare vanished instantly and I put on a innocent look before stuttering out a flustered apology, "I-I'm sorry, m-my lord! I had n-no idea it was you! I-I was just frightened is all!" A few eyes glanced in our direction but thankfully we have not caused a scene.

    Instead of taking pity on my flustered form he decided to chuckle darkly and step closer to me, "I was simply admiring your flower, did you get it from my garden?"

    Now I was just embarrassed and I wanted to lie but I knew this was a good time to observe his personality, "Yes, I did, it was very beautiful and dog roses are my favorite so I assumed you wouldn't mind." I began to twirl the end of my hair and looked to the floor in fake shame to keep up my innocent act until I knew more about him. I didn't want to take my chances of upsetting someone who may abuse and use their women like many others.

    Before I heard a response from him the guests around us seem to quiet down strangely. I looked up in fright thinking someone had seen me slap him and told others but everyone around the two of us had seemed to slow down and it wasn't long until they stopped completely. My eyes widened in fear as I looked to Vladimir to find his smile had disappeared and he was now glaring at my smaller form. Figuring that he had done something to the people around us, I took a step back to make as much distance between him and me as possible. Before I could take another cautious step away he threw his arms around my waist and buried his face into my neck.

    My heart was racing in fear and anxiety as I placed hands on his chest in a feeble attempt to push him away. It seemed my strength was useless against his as he pulled me closer until I let out a small cry of distress, still thinking I had to be quiet so no one would hear us. When he caught my sign he didn't loosen his grip but instead took one arm off of my back and trailed it up to my the back of my neck, loosely playing with my soft (h/c) hair.

    "After we are married I won't tolerate this mask of yours," He whispered against my skin for only us to know, "The others maybe unaware of your lies but no one can fool me," My cheeks went pink and I tensed at his words, no one had ever seen past my facade, I had always been so careful. To acknowledge I understood I simply gave a nervous nod.

    The second he pulled back the loud chatter and bustle of the guests was once again present. My wide (e/c) eyes scanned the crowd to find that everyone was completely oblivious to what had just happened. It was like time had just stop for everyone but us, magic, as some would call it, but for me it was full sorcery. The rose being placed back in my hair made me turn to the demon once more. This time he held a soft smile and had his hand out to me like a gentleman, "Well, it only seems appropriate to dance with your future husband. What do you say, dragă?"

    At this point I didn't know what side of him was real, but I assumed the darker one, he could only be acting sweet in front of the guests. Now he was doing the exact thing he threatened me not to do, deceives others with a mask over who you really are. Knowing that denying him would only cause unwanted trouble I reached my uncertain hand out and placed it upon his like I was offering up my soul.

    He lead me to the dance floor but to me I was being dragged into Hell, the fear of the unknown as most would describe it. I could already tell he was darker than what he has showed me so far and I was not looking forward to being married to whomever this person really was. Part of me still had hope that he was just trying to scare me and was actually a caring guy who just loved to mess with people. As we began to dance to the hypnotic music I decided then and there that I would give him a chance, maybe there was more to him than meets the eye.

    The world around us seemed to disappear, or maybe it really did, you can never tell with a person who did just make time stop. We continued our steps and twirls while looking into eachothers eyes, something that all couples must do when dancing to make it more intimate whether you were in love or downright hated each other, it was only polite. They say you can tell a lot by someones eyes if you just look deep enough but no matter how deep I looked the only thing I saw was desire. What could he possibly desire that he couldn't already obtain or already have?

    My thoughts on the matter instantly vanished when the song had ended and his arms softly dropped from my waist. Without another word he bowed in thanks for the dance and walked away. I continued to starring in his direction still puzzled as I watched him stand by a tall blonde. The mysterious man met my curious (e/c) gaze and a familiar lonely feeling brushed over me as if magic. From the distance I was standing from I could vaguely make out that his eyes were a dark blue but I knew I would keep it in my memory for as long as I could.

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    "I still don't believe this is a wise idea, of what use could she possibly be to us?" Lukas asked, clearly annoyed with the mischievous vampire standing on his right.

    "I thought I could use a blood slave, and who better to play the part than a young virgin noblewoman," Vlad defended knowing full well that although he holds the influence over the people his friend still had a say in his decisions.

    "Hmm... Our old way was much more efficient for the both of us but I do see how sneaking out at night could be counted as suspicious if any of the citizens were to see you," He deducted as he caught the eyes of the girl that Vladimir was to marry the next day.

    "Thanks for the time freeze by the way, it really added to the scene, that better have made her fear me, not that I would have trouble making her frightened again, I do quite enjoy it, she acts like a lamb being caught in the stare of a lion!" The strawberry blonde chuckled at the recollection of the shaking girl that he had trapped in his arms just minutes ago. The vampires companion, however, was too busy observing the conflicted girl once again.

    "I almost feel bad for her," Lukas muttered more to himself than anything as he reads her magical aura from afar;  something everyone has and, if stronger enough, a magic user could see glimpses into ones souls.

"I never thought I'd hear those words come out of your mouth, this is nothing new Lukas, don't let this insignificant girl thaw your heart."

    He looked away from the girl to glare at his friend, probably the only emotion he had mastered, "I said almost, ice doesn't just melt that easily, you of all people should know that... But who knows, you might just find something worth keeping."