Today we are talking to Prince Răzvan about love. Being a long-time vampire, we’re interested in your experiences and views on the subject.
Răzvan: Susan, having lived an extraordinarily long life doesn’t mean I’m an expert on love. Lust is another matter, which I found less than satisfying. It always left me empty.
But love? It is different. It keeps you alive on many levels. It sustains you. It keeps your heart safe. No matter what darkness or evil surrounds you, love protects. On the edge of death, love holds you and gives you wings.
Susan: Please, share with us. How you knew you were in love?
Răzvan: Let me tell you the feeling with a quote from The Vampire with a Blanket of Stars.
Snowflakes danced and glowed with twilight in the deep forest, where stark dark trees clawed the diminishing light. Three riders continued against the growing storm. Răzvan barely noticed the ice diadems swirling, appearing to pause midair around him then disappear, as if time stood still in that moment.
Dragă (darling). The word sang to him. On a mission with Toff and Zebrok, why did he chose this road? Why did he insist on continuing into the night? Dragă. Dragă mea (My darling)! Such an odd thing to be thinking now with his mission to see the king so vital.
“My Prince, perhaps we should return to the last village and stay there. The snow will soon be too deep for our mounts.”
Răzvan patted his stallion. “He will bear it. So shall we. Our refuge is close by.” How did he know that? Thousands of times he had traveled this road and knew nothing was close by. “Besides the snow is easing now.” A snowflake crown settled on his brow and he brushed it off.
They continued on the old road and turned with the bend toward the Carpathian Mountains. Răzvan thought he saw a shadow moving briskly behind the trees, a twinkle of silver light and then it was gone.
Was it magic? No. The slightest touch of a feeling so immense drew him and urged him on.
Near the road but under the cover of trees were tents and wagons.
“Gypsies,” Toff muttered under his breath.
“They are the Roma people, and I expect you to show them the same respect you would to anyone else.”
“Yes, my Prince.”
Răzvan slid carefully off his steed and taking the reins led the way to the encampment. He could hear the grumbling thoughts of his companions in his head, but that didn’t matter.
The blazing fire invited and urged him closer. Men of the camp came out of their tents and approached him. Women and children hid behind them, their clothes layers of mismatched rags, colors faded by time.
“Good people, could three travelers buy a meal and a place to sleep for the night?”
The men grouped together and talked among themselves.
“What brings you on this road when the snow falls and the sun is low in the mountains?”
“A mission for the king. I am Răzvan Forţă. These are my friends Toff and Zebrok.”
They huddled together, eyeing Răzvan and his men with suspicion. “We are a free people and have broken no laws.”
“You are not in any kind of trouble. We will pay you for the food and lodging. At sunrise we will leave.”
The leader walked up to the prince. “You are welcome. Please, come this way.” He led the three into a tent that was open on one side to allow a fire pit, and it looked like the entire community followed.
Her eyes were ghostlike, dark rimmed but with a pale blue light in them, beautiful beyond words. She peered out at him from behind the other women. She wore a silver comb in her dark hair. It was hard to keep focused and listen to the leader who offered them seats on barrels at a makeshift table. She was the shadow he saw racing through the woods at twilight. Hers was the face he could gaze on endlessly.
An old woman brought them three bowls filled with a stew.
Susan: So the moment was with the stew?
Răzvan: (laughs) You’re so much fun. No, silly, it was the moment I saw her. All those mysterious feelings led me to her. The moment was magic. Time stood still, and my true life began.
I think we’ll stop for today, Susan. Why not tell them about our contest?
Susan: I will be giving away a signed copy of The Vampire with a Blanket of Stars to one lucky commenter. Tell me why you need Prince Răzvan in your life.
Be sure to comment on every post of mine you visit. Five visits is like five times your name will go in the hat. The contest ends when The Romance Studio’s party ends. Good luck!
Susan Hanniford Crowley, Amazon Kindle Bestselling Author of Vampire Romance
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