LOGINMILAOur baby boy, Samuel, was born in April, a few days after Felix’s 31st birthday. He was named for the first King of Fresonia and to commemorate the love that had brought his parents together. As the future King of Fresonia, he had an official naming ceremony in front of the entire kingdom, and
CHARLESLife in exile was surprisingly calm.Despite our conversation before being sent to this remote island, I’d had a harder time adjusting to a relationship with Isabella than I once thought. Perhaps it was the sadness I felt at being away from my home kingdom, or maybe I did not like the vulner
FELIXWhen I was growing up, I never imagined that I would enjoy being King.The whole thing looked dreadfully boring to a young boy. Although I knew I was the heir to the throne and would someday take over for my father, I always had far more interest in hanging out with Ignatius and running around
MILAThe last few weeks had been a blur. Meetings, ribbon cuttings, speeches. I spent countless hours in the countryside of Fresonia helping to relocate people who had been displaced by either the war or the dissolution with Abernathy. I cooked meals for homeless shelters and taught magic to young c
FELIXThe King of Abernathy had been placed in a highly-protected magical prison deep in the Dragon’s Teeth mountains, locked away with no hope of escape. His advisors and various family members were locked away with him, all facing sentences for their crimes against magic.The leaders from the othe
FELIXThe King was clearly shocked by my challenge. He slowly put down his wine glass, his eyes darting between me and Mila. I could tell that the idea intrigued him, as much as he wanted to seem disgusted by the offer.The curse might have been broken, but I could still feel the panic and tension s
SOFIAI had been trapped in the void for so long, I had forgotten what it was like to be alive.I was not a ghost, exactly–I wasn’t haunting anybody or bound to a specific place. Rather, my last burst of magic had bound me to the In-Between Realm, a plane of existence in which Mila now dwelled.As I
FELIXMy sleep was dark and dreamless. Quiet, as if I was underwater. I could vaguely hear someone saying my name in the distance, but it was so far and it was so peaceful where I was…“Felix. Felix. Wake up, man, you have to wake up.”Somewhere in my dream, someone was calling my name. There had ne
ISLAMy best friend, my queen, was dead, and my kingdom was falling to shambles around me.Our only hope now resided in King Felix, who had locked himself in his chambers and refused to eat, sleep, or even speak to anyone who wasn’t me or Joseph.The loss of Mila sat heavy with all of us. With the K
It was heartbreaking to see my king in such a state. At this point, Felix was more than my king–he was my friend, and to see him so completely and utterly lost was startling. Even Joseph, who I knew had accompanied Felix to many a nightclub in his day, squirmed with discomfort at the sight of his ol







