Ace woke up gently. He sat up, yawned and stretched, sleepily opened his eyes and looked to see he was in his bed back home. He looked over to his side and saw Harley blissfully asleep next to him. Ace gently smiled and kissed her on the lips. He had a wonderful story to tell her in the morning when she wakes up. He knew for a fact it wasn't a dream when he put his hand to his chest where the knife was to find a scar. He had good tidings ahead of him because tomorrow was the annual festival celebrating the founding of the kingdom. He rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. Little did he know, as he lay there returning to slumber and Harley was sleeping next to him, was that Harley had something special to tell him as well. The heir of Latoiabridge was inside her. The prince, who was destined to rule the kingdom one day.