Mag-log inMILAOur 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 had exactly seven days between returning to Fresonia and my restaurant to make sure everything was perfect.I was eternally grateful to Felic for monitoring the installation of the new furniture from Carnea while I was away, so now all I had to worry about was putting the finishing touches o
Roofies were not supposed to smell like anything. This had the faint, distinct scent of hemlock.Charles did not want me to drug Felix. He wanted me to kill him.“You want me to poison Felix?!” I was practically screaming. I didn’t care.“Now, now, Isabella,” Charles said, “there’s no need for the d
MILAAs it turned out, wedding planning was even more stressful than opening a restaurant. I was lucky to have Felix and Rowena on my side, because there was no way I could have possibly done it alone.I had spent all week looking over floral arrangements, music playlists, and the carpet color of th
Alexandra smiled. “You would be right about that. It’s the sign of a good chef to pay attention to your customers. You’ve done a great job with this place,” she said simply. “Congratulations on opening. I’ll post my review tonight.”Felix, who was sat for dinner with his parents, smiled at me as Ale







