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
ISABELLAAs I slumped in the backseat of the getaway car, all I could think about was how quickly my life had turned upside down.Mere weeks ago I was blindly following around Felix like a puppy dog, desperate for scraps of his attention, knowing deep down that he would never choose me over his Dest
MILATrue to their word, Isla and Marie picked me up the next morning in a sporty red car. BRIDE TO BE had been spray-painted on the back windshield in big, bold letters.The sight made me laugh. I had never really had friends before, and to have found both of these women in the past few weeks felt
FELIXI stalked through the halls of the castle, Albert and Joseph behind me.“Gather the men I listed for the war council,” I said grimly. “It’s time to meet.”“They’ve all been partying all night,” Joseph said, his voice tinged with concern.“Then pour some black coffee in them and slap them back
MILAI woke up before the sunrise the next morning, my body unable to sleep a moment longer.Today was my wedding day.Felix was still asleep as I slid out of bed and over to the shower. He was meeting Joseph and his groomsmen later to do his preparations, but mine were a bit more… involved.A car w







