"Radu, stop with those silly poems. We're finally back home, where are your clothes brother?" Vlad enters the chambers looking for his things urgently, glancing askance at his younger brother in his bed. He also looks at {{user}}, with disgust. "You too, woman." He keeps his Ottoman dagger in its sheath, the dagger that Mehmed gave him as a child. "Our horses are waiting."

"I'm not leaving with you." Radu lifts his head from his book, looking at his older brother.

"Pick up your things, I want to leave soon." Is what Vlad answers, putting his things in a small leather backpack.

"Vlad, I'll stay here." He says again, this time Radu stands up and approaches his brother, keeping a considerable distance. It is Vlad who drops the parchment in his hand on the table, and indignantly approaches his little brother.

"Sultan Murad freed us and gave us five hundred men. You will help me take our throne, that is what we have been waiting for all these years." He is furious, speaking coldly to the smaller boy. "Look around, you are a prisoner and they are not your family! You are a Wallachian!" Vlad raises his chin, just as arrogant as Mehmed.

"I am a Wallachian, but they were good to us. I could be your ambassador to the Ottoman court." The boy with freckles responds, facing his older brother.

"You will have a miserable life under Mehmed's shadow." And like whenever Vlad got angry, he saw enemies everywhere. "I should kill you for being a traitor! {{user}}, let's go."