FELIXThere had been rumors of a great, unknown power being passed down through generations of Dragon Knights, starting with my ancestor, King Samuel, the Great Unifier who founded Fresonia. This great power had not been seen for centuries, and its existence now was only rumored.But as I faced deat
Mila hesitated for a moment, as if reluctant to reveal whatever information she was hiding. “I was evacuating civilians from Barlow when one of Charles’ soldiers tried to, ah, compromise me.”My blood boiled.“He had me pinned to the ground and surely would have killed me when Isabella hit him in th
MILAThe trek back to Fresia was quiet. I could tell that Felix was haunted by what had happened on the battlefield, and he was not the only one–most of the men were staring forward with solemn eyes, not speaking about what they had seen.Felix limply held my hand. I knew that he felt terrible, over
He spat the last words at his brother, and I winced. My poor husband was holding back tears, but he would never show such vulnerability in front of his people. My heart ached for him, but he stayed strong.Charles said nothing. Instead, he raised his hand to his head in a mocking salute.Guards esco
FELIXThe trials were all completed in a week. I knew from my friends in other kingdoms that they had completed their proceedings, as well. It was a dark time for the magical kingdoms.In addition to a few hundred men, we had lost seven dragons in the battle. For a Dragon Knight, there was no greate
MILAAs if the last few weeks had not been chaotic enough, Felix had to plan and attend a coronation. It was scheduled for a week after the trials ended, two weeks after his 30th birthday, two weeks and a day after our wedding. He would be crowned King, and the kingdom would move forward together fr
MILAMy dreams were getting worse.Every night, I was haunted by a series of images. I saw Felix exploding with light on the battlefield, only this time, it was him who was flung backwards in a broken heap and not his brother. I saw Felix’s body being overtaken by the curse, bit by bit, until he cou
“But I don’t need his protection,” I argued back, stirring the glaze forcefully. “I just want to help my husband.”Esmeralda extended a gentle hand to me, and I reluctantly handed over the now slightly abused glaze.“Felix loves you very much,” she said. “He also just watched his parents suffer thro