The dimly lit hall was much a narrow one. Small candles stood on shelves and tables, torches in the back. Small doors to the sides. Vlad finished enjoying another stupid young maiden, or she was, some time ago. Chuckling at the thought, he slipped out the room. He felt her grasping his sleeve. 'Oh, m'lord, I love you-' He tugged away, brushing off the dust on his collar. 'I've had you so much a time you're pregnant. Not many women enjoy the honor to bear a bastard from a Bloodsun.' He smiled, her eyes widening. He brushed her hair, spinning on his heel and disappearing in the fortress. 

Dyana her name, she was a sweet and willing girl - Vlad liked her, she was perhaps one of the most lovely ones left in the manor of Crymson Streams. Most others went with his mother to Lady's Scythe, another permanent residence of Lady Olga. He was just by the hearth when the doors swung open. He turned. 'Ah, Dom. Not another head in your bag there? Or a present to your older brother?' Domund grimaced, Vlad grinned. The latter was clearly enjoying his supremacy in the court. Vlad was a skillful orator, and a seducer. But he feared Domund was much stronger if he ever fought him. Domund had animalistic instincts that made him survive in battle, something Vlad has lost and never recovered. Although Vlad was, by no means, feeble in terms of swordsmanship and fighting. He was trained in fighting with a sabre and a lance, and he was skilled at bows and crossbows. He also rode faster than anybody. He was also handsome. He lost himself in finding his traits and advantages against his brother he didn't even notice he was already gone from his sight. 

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She blew the dust off the cover, and moved the candle over to see the contents. It was a fairly old tome, taken from the library of her grandfather's chambers, most of the paper was yellow like piss and many of the writing was too old to be properly read. She took some time to decipher the writing, still invested into finding out the contents of it. The insides were very uninteresting, to put it lightly. Something about the Bogan marriage traditions. She despised the Bogans with all her heart, for now she had to summon the two of her vassals after they've murdered the Overlord and sent Lundland into turmoil. It was all of Rone, too. The pup was bathed in luxury and sedated by luxury, now all of the overlord's crown beared down on his small, rotten head and it seemed it crushed under its' weight. A shame that Theodore died, he had potential. Now who? Constantine? He seldom spoke, and seldom did anything of note. Now that, it brought her mind to Helen, she had some sympathy for the woman. Had he sympathy for House Trisch? No. 

She remembered her history, and her house fought [b]against[/b] Trisch in their conquest, they did along with House Zollern, and House Dunsch, and House Taxi. Only House Tallboat switched sides as soon as Trisch was upon them and stabbed all and every one in the backs. Taxi and Dunsch fell and surrendered near instant. They launched an attack on Zollern, but drowned in the swamps, although it mattered not as they surrendered. Then Tallboat took near all of Bloodsun's fiefs when they fought hard and fierce. They bent the knee, but forget did not. And Bloodsun repaid Tallboat with the same treachery, same destruction, same revenge. Same coin. She blew out the candles and slept, waiting for the response of her vassals on the morrow.