The mistress of Vlad Dracula



It is said that Vlad the Third, also known as Dracula or Vlad the Impaler, lived a long yet fierce love story with Katharina Siegel. The young daughter of a weaver, Katharina was of Transylvanian Saxon origin born in Brasov. Vlad the Third was the Governor of Brasov region between 1451 and 1456, living a deep love with this Saxon girl . According to popular belief, their relationship lasted for more than 20 years, during which they had 5 children, although they were never married.


They met on a cold December morning, when young Katharina was struggling to pull a heavy sledge of food for the soldiers of the Weavers Bastion in Brasov. Vlad offered his help and fell in love with her instantly.


Everyone was surprised of his reactions and attitude towards her, because no one had ever seen him so jealous before. He wanted her to have the best, so he would bring her the best silk and lace dresses from Venice and the Flanders region of Belgium. Vlad was already married when they met, and after his first wife committed suicide, their marriage plans were ruined by Vlad’s second marriage, one he arranged for political reasons. Katharina stood by Vlad the Impaler even when he lost his throne, and after he was assassinated, she decided to live the rest of her life in a monastery. The legends say that their love story was an intense and feisty one, cluttered with jealousy and nervous breakdowns. Weren’t they a couple of hot-blooded lovers…


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