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

Standing, he ran at Veronious, as the sorcerer, too, got to his feet. Both hands gripping the hilt, Roland swung the sword in an arc, the blade aimed toward Veronious’s waist. The sharp blade, glowing with a bright white light, sliced through the doublet, and then through flesh, cutting Veronious in half, blood spurting out and spraying over Roland’s own doublet.


“Roland!” Magnus called from the doorway.


His heart thundering rapidly, Roland stumbled to his knees, panting. His gaze dropped to Veronious, and then the bloody sword he held still in his hands. The blade no longer glowed, the magical power seeming dormant now that it had served its purpose. He flung it away.


Magnus was suddenly kneeling next to him, his arm wrapped around Roland. His gaze went to Roland’s arm. “You’re injured.”


He nodded, unable to find his voice. Magnus embraced him and he rested his head against Magnus’s chest. Magnus was alive. And appeared uninjured himself. Roland could breathe again.


Chapter 24