Part two. Amazing how much can change in such a short chapter. Let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: *sighs wistfully*
"Bertrand, a word?" The Count was all charm this evening, and his son's tutor was instantly suspicious. Still, he could hardly refuse him the conversation. The Count wasted no time once they were alone. "Don't think I haven't noticed the way you look at my Vladdy. You're obscenely loyal to the boy, and I'm not blind. I know what you want from him."
"I've never even-" Bertrand's protests were cut off.
"You are not to become... involved... with my son. And if – and I know Vlad's not so foolish, but it's best to be safe, isn't it? – if there is something going on between you, you will end it. Now. Tonight."
Bertrand was at the kitchen table, head in his hands, when an unexpected voice reached his ears. He hadn't heard that voice say his name in three days.
"Bertrand?" Vlad didn't actually wait for a response. "I've decided. You can't break up with me; I'm the Chosen One and I'm ordering you to give us another chance." This was most unlike Vlad; emotion must have got the better of him. Bertrand looked up at him, phrasing his response carefully.
"You're not in charge yet. I have to obey the regent." It took a moment, but Vlad's mouth suddenly fell open. Then there was a flash of fangs and he was gone. Bertrand thought he would probably be fired now.