Seventy Five

Vlad

With a wince, I gently brought down my leg, touching the fading bruises all over my body. My wounds were healing, and my strength was coming back gradually.

Unhurriedly, I pushed myself up on the edge of the plain mattress and looked around the sparsely furnished room that was painted in an unpleasing color of sky blue and lemon.

"Ugh... What a mess," I muttered to myself. I thought I was strong enough, but my head spun, and I had to lay back on the bed.

These bastards had taken me away from Dracula's Castle and transported me to this unfamiliar place.

From the hours we had spent on the road, I could tell that it was far from my dad's castle or even from anywhere I could remotely remember.

They were separating me from my family and everyone I knew.

And thanks to that imposter of a brother, my dad probably knew about my disappearance. I was so angry at how unfair life was.

My dad was a kind king who'd helped Dracula and Dimitri, but what did they pay him back with?

A damn