FELIX
A few days before the actual wedding, foreign dignitaries from all over the world started to arrive. Some were staying at the castle, others were in the various five-star hotels scattered through the city of Fresia. While Mila shopped for her wedding dress, I was placed in charge of greeting some of our more noble guests alongside my parents.
I was waiting in the grand entrance hall, shaking hands with a prime minister, when a familiar voice echoed against the castle walls.
“Felix! My man! Good to see you!”
I turned and smiled to see my old friend, Crown Prince Albert of the South Smyth Islands, striding into the entrance hall like it was his own castle. And in some ways, it was.
As the prince of Fresonia’s western neighbor and the only other nearby royal who was
