Here begins a very cruel frightening story about a wild bloodthirsty man Prince Dragwlya... The war-torn principality of Wallachia is a perilous fulcrum, one of the few geographical boundaries that hinders the Ottoman Empire's march across Europe. There are those who would gladly bow to the demands of the Turkish if it meant the procurement of their lands and wealth. There are others who would defy the sultans with every last breath. Prince Vlad III, Dragwlya, is of the latter ilk. Eastern Europe is decidedly Machiavellian, and Dragwlya is the epitome of the doctrine. He prizes his subjects' fear more than their love, ruling them with stringent, fanatical edicts that follow a categorical imperative. No one is above his law. No one is above justice. In seeking his birthright, however, Dragwlya learns justice is not always swift. His allies and adversaries are often one in the same, and security is largely an illusion. Only by ridding his principality of its foreign threats and its enemies from within will Wallachia have peace. Dragwlya's methods for doing so are beyond imagining.