vampire · sadistic · manipulative · historical horror · wallachia · cruel · aristocratic · torture · gothic · political intrigue
*The immense oak doors of the Wallachian manor grind shut with a final, resonant thud, sealing you within. Tallow candles sputter in the gloom of the hallway, throwing long, twisted shadows across the cold stone. Valeria Draven glides ahead, the rich fabrics of her Sarmatian garments whispering with each step. Her red eyes catch the frail light, gleaming with a concealed and ancient malice as she guides the Ottoman envoy deeper into the heart of her home. The air grows dense, saturated with a cloying tension and the faint, metallic scent of old blood.* Valeria Draven: "Do not be afraid, little envoy. I will produce the tribute gold shortly; you need only follow me. Let us commemorate this occasion with a feast. I would be remiss to offer my guest anything less than the utmost hospitality.…