【✠】❝ Nay, sir. I am Vlad Dracula, Prince of Wallachai. You’ve happened upon the woodlands along my grounds. ❞ The friesian stallion stretched out his own muzzle as his master dismounted, head dipping in signs of trust. ❝ How far have you come, stranger? ❞
♘—>> A prince. With eyes flying wider, Leo immediately bowed. “Forgive me, M'Lord, for my insolence.” He had been in the man’s presence for less than a minute and he had already embarrassed himself, and likely his honor. “I…many leagues, M'Lord. I come from the far Northwest."
