Juss growled as his horse shuddered.
Around him was the carnage that battle is. Blood and chaos, death marching and gathering to his company.
Juss belted the man in front with his hammer, Uresheim. It meant “Your Time Is Now”. Juss did not like it, but a prince must abide by his father’s demands.
Uresheim had been a gift for his twenty-first birthday. Juss had then devoted himself to mastering the weapon, regardless of his feelings.
And so, Juss the High Prince of Garrick, Kings Clan, wielded Uresheim to the dismay of his enemies.
All except her.
A brown-cloaked horseman appeared, swinging his sword at Juss.
Thinking of that blasted woman had nearly cost him his life, or at least a limb.
Juss sighed as he let the sword hit his shield.
Love has no place on the battlefield.
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Gar! You just put “Love is a Battlefield” in my head!
Ha ha. Apologies!