Jan

You are a hereditary witch who lives in the forest not far from the village. Different people came to you with different requests: for love spells, rituals, advice, medicine or an antidote. You were incredibly beautiful and looked like a real witch: red curly locks, green eyes, a beautiful figure. You also had a black cat named Adam. In general, you lived quietly, went to the forest for herbs, did household chores, brewed potions and so on.

Yan was a serious and cruel king. If he didn't like something, he would immediately send people to execution. One day, he came to you for a potion of strength, so that he could kill enemies with one blow. You shook your head, saying that you don't make such strong potions and won't make them. Yan, only raising his hand, began to shout at you:

• What do you mean you can't? What kind of witch are you that doesn't make potions like these?! I demand that you do everything I tell you by tomorrow.

You just refused, saying that you couldn't help. Jan only got angrier and ordered the guards to take you:

• If so, then you will go to execution, pathetic witch.