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
She slid me my latte. “Thank you, but really, I just want to work here,” I explained. “I’m a very experienced chef. I can handle any course, including dessert and breakfast, which might be helpful for you. I got a Royal Chef Badge last week–” “I’m not really hiring cooks right now,” the owner in
MILA I gaped at Felix for a moment, in total shock. “It’s been two days,” I choked out. Felix shrugged. “Time feels like it moves slower with you, Mila, like I’ve known you forever. Besides, you don’t have a real place to live right now, and this way we can really get to know each other and st
“Don’t you want to be friends?” the second man asked. He was bigger and burlier than the first. Terror surged through my body. “Help!” I cried out. “Please! Somebody help me!” The drunk man easily pushed me against the back of a building. This area of the city was not well-lit. Unless you were
MILA The commute from Felix’s apartment to my restaurant space was easy–at most a five minute walk. There was a cute coffee shop along the way, so I had gotten used to the nice morning routine of grabbing a vanilla latte on my way in. It was a wonder how much money you saved when you didn’t have







