Prince Killian screamed in frustration. The coven had already left the Kingspell premises and he was left with the soggy ruins of the wedding banquet, piles of dead knights’ bodies, and a weakened mother. He also had to let go of his chance to gaining power – one of a more enchanting sort when he saw his bride left the grounds.
“Now how will I be able to gain any power? How did I become more like you, father, and not more like mother?” he cried out at his father, King Jurgen.
The Swordsmith family were all in one room, contemplating the loss of the prince’s bride. Queen Drusilla was in bed, almost unable to speak. King Jurgen sat on a chair that he had placed by the windowsill as he viewed the bright sky that followed the flight of Princess Soraya and her warlock lover. Princess Felina
