Dark Prince: The True Story of Dracula Page #2

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they tortured me.

They threatened to blind me

unless I surrendered to the Sultan.

And then one day,

as if by miracle,

your suffering ended.

I was given

a horse and supplies,

and ordered back

to Romania.

But instead,

as my father had instructed me

years ago,

I decided to seek help

from King Janos of Hungary.

As I left,

I made three vows:

to avenge

my father's murder;

to unite my country;

and to liberate Radu

from the Sultan.

Tell King Janos that Vlad,

son of Dracul, is here to see him.

Give him this.

Your father was a politician

to the marrow.

Unfortunately, he ended up

being all things to no people.

Do you know

who killed him?

Such is the nature

of politics in the Balkans.

One never really knows

who one's enemy is-

- aside from the Turk, that is.

- Your Majesty.

Aside from the Turk,

your real enemies are

the Romanian nobles

who aid the Turkish Sultan.

These are the same men

who murdered my father.

And how can you be

so sure-

so sure

it was the nobles?

Because had my father

fulfilled his mission,

it was them who had

everything to lose.

And your mission?

Is it one of a patriot

or of a vengeful son?

Both.

You see, he wasn't just murdered,

Your Majesty.

They say

he was buried alive.

King Janos. Help me.

With your support,

I can make Romania strong.

Come.

We should not discuss such matters

on an empty stomach.

Oh, young man,

where did you learn

your table manners?

If you're asking about my origins,

I was born in Transylvania.

- Romania.

- I know where it is.

I am Romanian.

You are Romanian?

Yes.

Of noble class?

Aron,

like your father,

wishes the Turk

driven from his country.

I've offered him sanctuary,

and he has accepted.

- Where is the boy's father?

- My father is dead.

Murdered.

Your father

was Prince Vlad Dracul?

Yes.

He was a great man,

but his vision

was utopian-

unpractical

in these cursed times.

What Romania

needs is a saviour.

Aron, what news

of the Messiah?

The Messiah?

You haven't heard

the Romanian tales?

This man who's going

to save us from the Turk.

No, Your Majesty.

In religious matters, I rely

on my daughter for information.

And you, Lidia?

No, Your Majesty.

But when I get to Braila,

I will inquire.

Why are you going

to Braila?

I'm entering

the nunnery.

Why?

Are you allowing this?

It's what she wishes.

Perhaps you would let him...

dance with your daughter.

Oh, well...

it's been so long

since my daughter danced,

I'm afraid

she's forgotten how.

Then she's met her match.

I doubt if Vlad Dracula

ever learned.

Unless of course, he had lessons

in the Sultan's prison.

Indulge me, Vlad.

Before she renounces

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