Prompt: Strahd's Reaction To Sergei And Tatyana Going Out On A Nightly Date, Thanks To @terrified-spider.

Prompt: Strahd's reaction to Sergei and Tatyana going out on a nightly date, thanks to @terrified-spider. :)

[ An excerpt from one of many of Strahd's personal entries, stashed away in a hidden compartment he kept in his study: ]

.... The castle had been quiet with the two of them out and about, last night. No matter what I had said about bringing a bodyguard or two would dissuade them from the matter, my youngest brother's romantic fancy and the girl's purest love for him made it difficult for me to keep them here. "After all," he had said, "we are only going to the Tser Pool. What could go wrong?"

What could go wrong, indeed.

They were lucky I had sent one of my better scouts after them, to see that the love-struck fools wouldn't be beset by bandits or some unruly peasantry. I fooled myself into thinking it was for safety, but I knew the deepest, darkest parts of myself did not see it that way. Regardless, their secret escort did well-enough to keep them out of trouble. Oh, what I would have done if Tatyana had been harmed. That was a thought not too pleasant, even for myself. Such things are better left unsaid.

Disaster averted, the scout reported that little of interest happened that night. That, and it seemed to be rather uneventful on their part. While I am less than content with their continued... relationship, I am rather relieved that another Von Zarovich is not going to spawn from it.

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I sacrificed myself to save you. I didn't plan to survive. I burnt all the bridges. I intended to break your heart with my death, but that would be all right, because I wouldn't be around to see you. I pretended that you'll mourn me for a while and move on. I convinced myself I was going down in the blaze of glory. That my deed was appreciated. That everything was going to be all right afterwards, and I didn't need to be there to see it.

But I survived. And now I have to look you in the eye. I have to pick up the pieces of the life I shattered and figure out how to put it back together. If it can be done at all.

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