Chapter Nine

Dark Ages, 1457.

The following week was the hardest, and I’ve learned one more of his traits, stubbornness! The wound on his rib cage got infected, and we had to deal with his excessive-high fever. The wounds were healing, but barely closed. When pain beat at him he had to rest, but nothing, and no one could hold him in bed. The cut on his ribs bled a lot. It was a complicated place. Liana and I waited for him to settle for a nap, and we strapped him to bed. I didn’t know what else to do to keep this man quiet for some time, and all hell broke loose when he woke up and realized what I had done.

“What do you mean by this, Alizandra?” His glaring could roast me on the spot such it was the anger there. I wasn’t sure anymore, if what I had done was the best approach for the situation. “Untie me, woman or…” I didn’t let him finish, as my words came out before I thought of them.

“Or what? You don’t listen to me. You can’t keep moving around, you won’t heal, Vlad!” And it was right there, tha