1450
Wallachia, Romania
"My Lord, the empire, has arrived!"
A General, dressed in black armor, rushed into the icy throne room. His face paled and stricken with fear as sweat dripped down his forehead. He quickly threw himself into a bow, his heart pounding in fear. The General raised his golden eyes to the shadowed throne and saw it was empty.
"My Lord?" His voice cracked as he glanced around the empty throne room. The stench of his fear traveled to the bats that huddled together on the ceiling. The beady eyes watched his movements.
The air around him suddenly went still. He could feel a piercing gaze burning into his back. The small lantern at his side flickered as a soft, cold wind brushed past him. A towering shadow loomed over the General's body. Quickly, he whirled around to meet the fiery gaze of his master.
"Insolent fool! Do you not remember your orders?" The General lips quivered as his master yelled at him.
"Of course, my Lord! I was waiting on your command."
The gaze on the Generals trembling body intensified.
"Kill them, leave no one alive! Do you understand me?"
The General stammered a ‘yes sir' and ran around his master, and through the throne room doors. The Lord watched the General leave before his body relaxed, and he glided to his throne.
"They will all pay for they'd done." The Lord clenched his teeth, and black blood leaked from his bottom lip. His dark hair fell over his eyes, and a soft sigh fell from his lips. The patter of the bats echoed through the castle, calming the Lord. As time passed, his mind fell into a melancholy state. His lips could only utter the name:
"Catalina, my sweet Catalina..."
