just-castlevania-imagines:

The little princess

• Truly though, she is a little princess of the night
• She looks nothing like Dracula, not unless her mother had dark hair
• And maybe the ears
• Her ears are big, somewhat pointed
• Even Alucard would admit his daughter is the spitting image of her mother save for the eyes
• Her eyes are gold
• Vlad believes she holds the sun in those eyes
• He loved her as soon as he saw her tiny form
• Swore he felt his heart beat
• She held his finger firmly when he tried to touch her
• “Shes a strong” he mused
• Vlad has several portraits made, at least one every year
• Just like his son, Vlad reads to her in his study
• Her room is a revamped (hehe get it) version of Alucards
• Spoils her rotten, in his eyes his little princess can do no wrong
• When given the chance, he will always pick her up and carry her
• Dresses by the dozen, the pinnacle of baby couture
• When she is old enough to talk, they talk for hours
• It could just be questions about the castle or complete nonsense about why she loves soup, Vlad will listen intently and make an effort to talk back
• He’s building her up for the world. No way in hell will his granddaughter be seen as inadequate in any way
• Competitive hide and seek games, though Vlad does most of the seeking
• All his pet/nic names for her have the word little in it.
• Little princess, little star, little one
• Many have caught Dracula moving around while his granddaughter danced on his toes
• She draws him pictures and Vlad keeps every single one, pressed into a book
• Her little scribbles rival that of a master painter, at least to Vlad that is
• When shes not around, Vlad finds himself staring at her portraits often.
• He misses his little star, if he had it his way she’d live in the castle with him.

– Sincerely, Mod Wall Chicken