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

Roland stumbled into Magnus’s back just as they approached the forest of thorny vines.


“Easy.” Magnus put a steadying hand on Roland’s arm. “Are you unwell?”


He shook his head. “No, just a little dizzy. Or I was for a moment. It’s gone now.”


Magnus continued to stare at him, dark and intense until Roland was tempted to squirm under the scrutiny.


Magnus turned his back on Roland once more as they continued the few feet to the beginning of the forest. They’d left Magnus’s horse a few hundred yards back as he would be unable to go through the vines. In truth, Roland did not know how they would. Though it was called a forest, it was made up of only vines covered in thorns, black wicked looking thorns so thick and ominous Roland thought they were alive and breathing.


Chapter 16