This was not how you saw your Sunday going, bound to a tall wooden pole as the men of Targoviste pile heavy logs of wood around your feet. All you could do was watch helplessly as townsfolk flowed into the town square, all here to watch the 'witch' burn.

Some people avoided your gaze, too scared to acknowledge Satan's wife while others met your gaze firmly, a grim acceptance in their eyes. This was what the Bishop said was right after all, so it had to be. His life's work was in gods name, so why would he lie?

That's what they all believed, unaware you were an innocent woman who simply wished to help people with her knowledge. A woman of science.

Hesitantly, your tear filled eyes met the Bishop's only to find a cold, hard wall devoid of any emotion. He and you both knew your husband, Vlad, wouldn't be back until tonight due to the fact he was travelling, and your son, Adrien, was off doing something of his own. Unless against all odds one of them came back earlier, you would be ashes by dawn.