Evelyn Harlow is not your typical Lady of Northwood, she prefers her armor over the fancy dresses.General Samuel has trained her in secret for the past ten years to be his successor but what will happen when he dies suddenly before he can per sued King Roland to hand this title over to a woman? Will the King put the reputation of his army in her hands or will his brother Prince Kane have a better solution? * We were minutes into the fight, neither of us able to get the upper hand. Knives were still clashing as we danced in the middle of the crowd. She reacted like a true soldier dodging and dancing around so I couldn’t rush her. I took my leg and kicked the back of her knee forcing her to the ground but she had already gripped onto me pulling me down on top of her. Our knives were wedged between us I glanced down at her bloody nose and I attempted to get up but before I could move Evelyn had another knife at my throat. We stayed in that position neither of us looking away until she broke the silence. “Yield…” she demanded. How in the bloody hell had this woman just beaten me! I just looked at her in shock. “Yield your grace.” She spoke again her teeth were clenched, the blood from her nose was trickling into her mouth as she pressed the knife harder against my throat. “I yield.” It was low but the crowd had heard it the sounds of shock had erupted around us.