[ She feeds them well, her court. Lets them grow fat upon the people of Wallachia. Fat and tender and too complacent to grasp at power themselves. But strong, strong enough to feed her in turn the moment they disobey. They don't need to be able to fight - she has an army crafted from the scraps of meat they leave behind for that. ]

You would have me at a disadvantage there, little prince. [ Carmilla's voice is different, a little, some sounds coming out wrong. She opens her mouth a little, tapping at a long tooth there that absolutely should not be present. ] And so I'm sure you'll understand if I at least keep this.