The Royal Prince’s Destined Bride
A memory suddenly sparked in my brain: Countess Sabrina from the South Smyth Islands had fallen in love with a mysterious gentleman on her beach vacation the summer prior, not knowing that her lover was actually Prince Frederick, to whom she’d been betrothed since birth.
“Yes,” Sabrina breathed, eyes shining with joy.
The crowd behind me cheered, but I could only barely hear them over the roaring in my ears.
So these versions of us, likely from the 1800s, if our clothing had anything to say, had gotten engaged. But if only Felix and I had ever gotten close to breaking the curse, then that meant…
A cold dread filled my body. Although I could not remember the details, I had a bad feeling about