Son of the Dragon: The Definitive History of Mihnea cel Rău

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…The Metropolitan, a man whose face was etched with the weariness of years of political maneuvering, remained impassive for a long moment. The silence stretched, taut and heavy, broken only by the faint rustle of vestments. Mihnea held his breath, the fate of his father’s soul, and perhaps a part of his legacy, hanging precariously in the balance. He had presented his case, laid bare his heart, and now, the Church would render its judgment. The dragon’s flame had been tended by his devotion, but its final resting place, its spiritual peace, rested now in their hands.