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

Magnus shook his head, his mouth grim. “This would not be your destiny if you could not do it.”


He snorted. “Destiny is never wrong? The fates, whatever they be, never make a mistake? I may not even be able to find this special sword, let alone wield it. And then even if I do have this sword there will be legions of men trying to prevent it. I could be slain before I ever reach this Veronious.”


“You will not be slain. I will protect you.”


“You are amazing, Magnus, truly, but you are only one man, and as far as I know you cannot split into an army of a hundred. Chances are quite good that one or both of us will end up dead.”


For a long time Magnus did not say anything and Roland supposed he was coming up with some other argument as to how they would easily conquer this sorcerer since it was their destiny.


Chapter 11