Seems his guest was equally as overjoyed at this small sit down. He’d entertain small talk for a few moments more before he got into the business that needed to be discussed. “Indeed, and your kingdom is prosperous from what I’ve seen,” Mehmed gestures for Vlad to sit down across from the table that had been set up for them by one of his men. “I trust you know why we’re having this meeting?”
giving a node as a hand was gestured towards the seat, vlad took his place at the table and sat with mild comfort. once seen as a better brother than any of his own, the two could only tolerate being in the presence of one another. how times had changed them ❛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴛᴀɪʟ. ʏᴇᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛ ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ. ❜
There is a slight tightening of his jaw as he notices the man that enters his tent, the displeasure at seeing the prince is evident. However the Sultan feigns a welcoming posture Mehmed turns fully to greet Vlad. “I had not expected you to return so soon Prince Vlad,” he says with a raise of his eyebrow, “bringing good news I assume?”
if the other had been any more apparent with his discontent towards the meeting, he would have turned and walked out. had they not fought and stood aside each other in their earlier years, he would not have feigned any semblance of joy in the man’s presence. ❛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅs ᴏɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ. ɪ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍɪᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ғᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴡᴇʟʟ. ❜
