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
FELIXNadine didn’t even bother to hide her smile as Mila approached the couch. Thankfully, the appearance of her sister had caught her off-guard, so I was successfully able to shove her off my lap. Nadine landed with an awkward thump on the ground.“Mila!” she said, in a tone of fake surprise. “Oh
MILAAlthough I had enjoyed the banquet once Nadine and Isabella had left, I was still exhausted and ready for it to be done. Felix and I eagerly headed back up to our hotel suite to decompress after the long day.“You were a sensation,” Felix told me as I flopped down on the bed. “An absolute trium
MILAIt was extremely satisfying to walk down the stairs from the static and inform my family that Felix was picking me up in fifteen minutes for a date.Nadine looked like she was about to vomit, and my parents both looked like they were going into cardiac arrest.“Where did you get that dress?” my
“Mila, I–” my mother began, but I cut her off.It was the first time in my life that I had ever asserted my own voice to my parents. And it felt good.“You will not be sightseeing in Fresonia because you will not be invited to the wedding,” I declared. “I do not want you there. And frankly, if I was







