Living a quiet life in a remote village, Roland does not expect the arrival of the powerful warrior, Magnus, who speaks of fates and prophecies. Surely Roland can't be the lost royal prince who is destined to slay the evil sorcerer, Veronious, with a legendary sword. Roland doesn';t even know how to wield a sword.<br /><br />When Roland's identity is confirmed and danger nears, he flees with Magnus, who trains him for battle by day and teaches him passion by night.<br /><br />Just as Roland finds the legendary sword, Veronious learns Roland is the lost prince and casts a curse on him. The beautiful prince falls into a deep sleep, not to stir for a hundred years ... unless he is awakened by true love's kiss.

Waking the Prince

Helen touched his arm again to get his attention. “There is more.”


“Roland does not know who he is or anything about what is expected of him. We thought it best with Thaddeus gone not to speak of it.” She wrung her hands. “He does not know how to wield a sword.”


His jaw tightening, Magnus blinked. “The savior of the world cannot do the task for which all the kingdom prays? Nor even defend himself?”


“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes downcast.


His father was dead and the prince he’d come for was incapable of fulfilling his destiny. A destiny he didn’t even know about. Magnus turned his gaze to Roland, who sat on the ground next to Magnus’s big horse, pulling on his boots. His pretty plump lips were pursed in concentration. Something tightened in Magnus’s chest.


“I will teach him all he needs to know.” 2


Chapter 3