ISLAI had been waiting in the war council room with Joseph when the magic came surging back into the kingdom. In case anything went wrong, we were instructed to stay in the below-ground chambers and monitor any potential problems with the magic.I had no idea what to expect when the magic returned,
At the nearest chance I would ask Mila to take me to that famed Library of Magic so that I could learn about the powers that now flowed through my veins. Although I was thrilled, I was also terrified. I had gone twenty-six years of my life without magic.What would change now?I was exhausted, ready
MILA I never thought I would develop such intricate ties with the crown prince of Fresonia when I moved to this country. Fresonia is a beautiful European country nestled in between France and Germany, but I probably had the worst start when I arrived here. The day before I landed here, I still
MILA Why would he look for me? Mocking at myself inside, I shook my head in the taxi. On my way back to my motel room, I had formed a plan in my head. I needed to quickly take a shower and set off on a job search. I knew there was no going home–I had no money, no job, nothing. My adoptive pare
FELIX I am the Prince of Fresonia. My country may be small, but it is wealthy, safe, and thriving. I had my loving parents who trained me into an ideal successor of the throne. Everyone in my country loved and esteemed the royal family, including me, the next King. However, I am a cursed pri
MILA “Although we primarily serve local, traditional food, I hope that you can come up with some variations on our usual dishes,” Samara continued, but it was hard for me to focus on her words anymore. I was still shocked by the fact that I slept with the Prince of Fresonia the first night I land
MILA It slowly became clear to me that I probably became a nationwide suspect for stealing from the Crown Prince. And now he had a price for bringing me in. Felix had the power to banish me from the country. It was only the horror of going to jail, or worse, returning home in disgrace, that drov
MILA By the start of my first day, I had twenty new ideas to incorporate into the menu, hoping to make my mark at my new job. But things were proving difficult. Samara, as executive chef and owner, was often busy, and did not have time to chat with me most days. She had been nice enough to tell