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 moved his cloak aside and removed the Sword of Montcrief he had brought with him. He laid it beside the chaise and knelt next to Roland.


“My prince,” he said softly, awed by the young man’s beauty even now. His chest constricted, doubt assailing him. What if this did not work? What if a kiss from him did not wake Roland? He brushed a lock of blond hair off his beloved’s forehead.


Yes, he could not deny the love he felt for Roland. He had fallen in love with the prince when first he’d come upon him barefoot in Amir. Roland had lain asleep then, too.


Then Magnus leaned over him and touched his lips to Roland’s slightly parted ones.


Golden lashes lifted over sky blue eyes and Roland met Magnus’s gaze. He caught his breath at the love he saw alight in Roland’s eyes.


Tears pricked at Magnus’s eyes, but he had no time for tears of relief. Later, when Roland…when the kingdom was safe, then they could be reunited as they should.


Chapter 22