[His mother had agreed to this some years ago: that Trevor Belmont, the youngest Belmont and their only heir, would come across the border from Trantoul to Wallachia. The political tides were starting to turn in a way that did not favor them, and there was a real fear of something happening. Under Wallachia's protection, Trevor could study and learn from Wallachia's residents - the more seemingly monsterous and feared - and would wed Lisa's only son to ensure the Belmont's safety. It would be for a human lifetime, and was a matter more ceremonial than anything else. Other partners could be discussed between the boys when they felt they needed to. Trevor's other needs would be seen to as well, like tradtional education. Lisa wouldn't deprive any child of that.
Trevor arrived when he was twelve and Alucard was ten, and since then, Alucard has seen him rarely. A week or two at most when he's been between his studies. Alucard is twenty now, well studied himself and mostly occupied with the kingdom's architecture and infrastructure - he's good at it, and spends much of his time working alongside his father to implement new projects and designs.
Today, Lisa and his father have retired for reasons Alucard absolutely knows about and wants to ignore. They're an overly romantic couple, and it's a hell of a thing to live up to. Trevor is in the castle for longer than normal now, due to the cold and his next course of study being water monsters. It isn't the right time.
But it is the right time for you to get to know each other Lisa had said when the matter was decided upon. Try to see if you can be friends. That's all I can ask of you.
For now, being friends means going hunting. The castle is in need of extra meat, and Alucard knows where the wild boars run. He's led them both on horseback some ways from the castle, although it is still visible from the forest.]
...You're not too cold, are you?
[Snow has settled over the land, making tracking so much easier.]
[ Lisa was never able to make contact with the Belmonts, after Trevor arrived. It had been a month into his time at the castle that she took him aside to explain to him. It added complications and an urgency to the arrangements. What had been a token measure to ensure him legitimate citizenship and a title to shield him from accusations of heresy became the best chance to retrieve the Belmont archives and save generations of obscure knowledge from being lost that Lisa had. Since Lisa lost contact with the Belmonts, the Hold and its contents had been considered Trevor's property, and the property of criminals is returned to the state. The moment the Marriage papers could be signed, though, it would become Alucard's property, and every diplomatic complication could be caused by stealing from the prince of another land would apply. ]
'm fine.
[ Even in the people clothes that Lisa had to practically order him in to, he looks more like one of the things they might be hunting than the hunter. the fine riding clothes are hidden behind a long, ragged, fur-lined cloak that's been repaired so many times that it's unlikely any of the original material still remains. A gift from a werewolf pack, the first of his many, many nightbound foster families.
The whip is a liability in the densely wooded area, and so it's still poiled at his waist. Instead he's carrying a bow. Not his first choice, but better than getting tangled around a tree.
It takes him a moment to realise that that was probably an attempt at conversation, rather than a simply question. ]
[Alucard's own clothes are understated, as are most things within Wallachia's court. His mother's preference for being casual has never been a secret, and it's one of the many so-called scandalous things about Wallachia. For his part, Alucard thinks it's a relief. He has been to Trantoul and other countries, and felt oppressed by the demands made of just the clothing involved in those courts.
His own cloak is black with a silvery-fur lining, impossibly warm. Gold eyes look out into the woods, ears twitching for a moment.
Nope. Too far away.]
I have been, yes. You're..okay being indoors for the next few months?
[That had been his father's concern - that the Belmont had gone too wild. That he'd be a miserable thing indoors.]
[ He says it like this is a noteworthy achievement. Being inside or outside doesn't make much difference to him, he's moved around too much since he came to Wallachia for anything to really seem like home. The real problem is going to be people, and sadly there are going to unavoidably be many of those. ]
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High fantasy body guard au but make it arranged marriage
Trevor arrived when he was twelve and Alucard was ten, and since then, Alucard has seen him rarely. A week or two at most when he's been between his studies. Alucard is twenty now, well studied himself and mostly occupied with the kingdom's architecture and infrastructure - he's good at it, and spends much of his time working alongside his father to implement new projects and designs.
Today, Lisa and his father have retired for reasons Alucard absolutely knows about and wants to ignore. They're an overly romantic couple, and it's a hell of a thing to live up to. Trevor is in the castle for longer than normal now, due to the cold and his next course of study being water monsters. It isn't the right time.
But it is the right time for you to get to know each other Lisa had said when the matter was decided upon. Try to see if you can be friends. That's all I can ask of you.
For now, being friends means going hunting. The castle is in need of extra meat, and Alucard knows where the wild boars run. He's led them both on horseback some ways from the castle, although it is still visible from the forest.]
...You're not too cold, are you?
[Snow has settled over the land, making tracking so much easier.]
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'm fine.
[ Even in the people clothes that Lisa had to practically order him in to, he looks more like one of the things they might be hunting than the hunter. the fine riding clothes are hidden behind a long, ragged, fur-lined cloak that's been repaired so many times that it's unlikely any of the original material still remains. A gift from a werewolf pack, the first of his many, many nightbound foster families.
The whip is a liability in the densely wooded area, and so it's still poiled at his waist. Instead he's carrying a bow. Not his first choice, but better than getting tangled around a tree.
It takes him a moment to realise that that was probably an attempt at conversation, rather than a simply question. ]
Are you keeping well enough?
[ It's clumsy. He doesn't talk to people often. ]
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[Alucard's own clothes are understated, as are most things within Wallachia's court. His mother's preference for being casual has never been a secret, and it's one of the many so-called scandalous things about Wallachia. For his part, Alucard thinks it's a relief. He has been to Trantoul and other countries, and felt oppressed by the demands made of just the clothing involved in those courts.
His own cloak is black with a silvery-fur lining, impossibly warm. Gold eyes look out into the woods, ears twitching for a moment.
Nope. Too far away.]
I have been, yes. You're..okay being indoors for the next few months?
[That had been his father's concern - that the Belmont had gone too wild. That he'd be a miserable thing indoors.]
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Been indoors a few times.
[ He says it like this is a noteworthy achievement. Being inside or outside doesn't make much difference to him, he's moved around too much since he came to Wallachia for anything to really seem like home. The real problem is going to be people, and sadly there are going to unavoidably be many of those. ]
You heard something. What?
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Alucard says nothing else, and he instead takes a careful look ahead. There is something moving, and for that, he dismounts the horse.]
Boar. Fully grown. It's in too dense an area to pursue, it needs to be drawn out.