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
MILA I crossed my fingers tightly. Next to me, Felix craned his neck to hear better. “Congratulations! We’re thrilled to offer you the space. You had a very impressive application process, and we would love to provide you the space you need to open a restaurant!” I clapped my hand over my mout
FELIX I arrived at the restaurant, pleased to see that it looked shiny and new, even from the outside. I knocked on the door, feeling pleased that the maids from the castle had been able to help out. When Mila opened the door, the breath got knocked out of me. She wore a slinky, silky dress th
FELIX Two days later and I was still completely distracted by the memory of being entwined with Mila in the shower. Last night, I had needed to rise from bed and resort to my own hand in an effort to pump out the sensation of her just so I could sleep. Desperate times, desperate measures. I wa
Tonight wasn’t the night. When I entered my dining room, I could feel my jaw drop. Mila had transformed the space into a romantic, cozy date spot. She turned the lights off, so the only illumination came from the candles lit around the room and the soft glow of the city lights streaming in from th







