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
MILAEven knowing all that I did now, I still felt hesitant about returning to Fresonia and finishing what I started.I was beginning to wrap my head around the fact that Felix had not, in fact, been the one to sentence me to death, but the whole thing still felt really slimy. Would the royal family
MILAI sat in the void, my brain humming with the memories I had just uncovered. Each past life had awakened some long-dead part of me, as if I was finally becoming my whole and complete person again.It was terrifying.And yet, at the same time, it was exhilarating.For so long, I hadn’t felt like
ISLAMy family lived on the northernmost edge of Fresonia, in a little alpine village nestled into the side of the Dragon’s Teeth mountains.I had grown up here, in this region of rock and snow, my childhood shaped by wind just like the granite of the mountains. It was where my family still dwelled.
MILAI stared at that stone door, feeling something tighten in my chest at the sight of it. It felt so familiar, and not just from the memories Sofia had shown me.The air around me grew still, as if the whole world was holding its breath.I knew somehow, deep in my soul, that behind that door lay t







