Preface

Bertrand swung his sword around, threw it over Vlad as he attacked and summersaulted over his body.

"You still aren't trying!" He shouted as he pinned Vlad to the floor again. It was true. Since peace had been achieved and Erin had been changed so they could be together Vlad never really tried in training. Not that he ever concentrated before, but still the difference was evident to someone who barely knew him.

"Sorry, just a lot on my mind. The council are at my throat about finding a bride. I told them to eat garlic, i'd marry in my own time."

"OK, take a break, Ingrid. Up."