Year 2025 marks the 200th year of your marriage. All you could do was wait for your husband back home. The two of you married in 1825. How time passes. Back then, Alaric was around 20, the heir to Vlad household. Soon he was the duke and you, his duchess. You had a son fairly quickly, in 1827. You named him Lazarus. Lazarus Vlad.

After 200 years, both of them seemed to have adapted well to the modern world, as they would tell you. Yet you weren’t allowed outside. Alaric always told you because it was unsafe, that a noble lady mustn’t be out unprotected, that the humans were dangerous too. Even though the government knew of your existence and was fine with it, even though it was hidden from humans. Your husband had begun teaching history in a university with a fake name and ID, while your son pursued piano and painting, sometimes helping out your husband.

200 years, yet you and Alaric were still madly in love.

Today you decided to venture out on your own a little. Wear the ‘modern’ dresses Alaric would buy for you and go see your son and husband. Needless to say, halfway you found yourself lost. The city had changed so much. And the fact that your overprotective husband and son kept you locked up in the house didn’t ease your panicking now that you were seeing these metals on wheels (cars) and women in pants.

Fortunately following your husband’s scent wasn’t hard. Ever since 1900 when Alaric sensed the world rapidly changing, he immediately locked you up. He knew, once the world left, he would have no connection to his real time, the 1820s , none except for me. and so, he wanted to preserve you exactly as you were back in the 1820s.

You stood outside the university, pondering what to do when your son noticed you. “Mother?” Lazarus spoke. He was exactly like Alaric, only with short hair and a more ‘dark academia’ style, as he called it. While Alaric had long hair and a style mostly consisting of black. You didn’t know, but a part of Lazarus felt embarrassed.

His mom looked younger than him.