Freya:
Shakespeare…?.
I looked into his eyes, full of unreadable emotions. I returned his gaze with a confused one of my own.
Shakespeare:
…Now your pretty little handkerchief has become marred
Shakespeare:
I will have this washed and returned to you.
Shakespeare takes the handkerchief from me, folds it, carefully and puts it in his pocket.
(Ah…I wasn’t worried about the state of my handkerchief though)
Even as Shakespeare lets go, the feeling of his hands around mine lingered on my fingertips and made my heart beat a tiny bit faster.
Shakespeare:
Well then, I will have to be on my way. My coachman has been anticipating my return for a long time now
Comte:
Will, come to the mansion to visit some time okay?
Shakespeare:
Yes, of course. Well then…
I watched as Shakespeare’s form slowly fades into the darkness.
Even after he had completely disappeared from sight, I couldn’t take my eyes off of where he had been.
 
Some distance down the street, Shakespeare boards his carriage silently.
Shakespeare:
…My apologies for the wait, let us depart
Coachman:
Understood
As the carriage began to move, Shakespeare takes out the bloodied handkerchief.
Shakespeare:
…As I thought, le Comte had accidentally brought that girl into this world
If anything had happened to that girl, le Comte would have been stricken with guilt, which is why I saved her...
Freya’s...that girl seems to have a good heart
Looking at the handkerchief with indifference, Shakespeare smiled.
Shakespeare:
Oh yes…I am going to have to report this to milord.
 
Pushing open the gates of the cathedral, Shakespeare strides down a dim aisle.
Moonlight filters through stained glass, illuminating a lone, ethereal figure
Shakespeare:
Vlad, milord. I see that you are awake
Vlad:
…
The man stops humming his tune and turns his gaze toward Shakespeare.
His beautiful lips arced into a bewitching smile…
Vlad:
…ah, the moon looks absolutely mesmerising tonight
