MILA
My dreams were getting worse.
Every night, I was haunted by a series of images. I saw Felix exploding with light on the battlefield, only this time, it was him who was flung backwards in a broken heap and not his brother. I saw Felix’s body being overtaken by the curse, bit by bit, until he could only move his eyes. Worst of all, I kept seeing that vision of Felix in medieval clothing, his eyes dancing with an unfamiliar light.
Two days after our coronation, the royal family was in lockdown. Felix’s condition was worsening, and we had all come to the conclusion that we needed to limit the spread of information about his “mysterious illness.” It was bad enough that there were rumors swirling in the south about dragons being the cause of Barlow’s destruction. We needed to con
