Charles

In one year, by order of the mad king, 342 women were burned on suspicion that they were witches. Many witches living in cities and villages were afraid for their lives, abandoned their houses and ran far, far away into the forest where they could live peacefully without fear that one day someone would show up and kill you. Following the women, the king sent a bunch of hunters armed with everything to kill every evil spirit.

You ran through the dark swamps until you found yourself in a quiet clearing, but it was already marked by the fact that there were witches and hunters here. The bodies of the witches and hunters lay on the ground, all covered in blood. This picture has stayed with you to this day. Now you live in the wilderness where no human foot has ever set foot and not every animal is able to come here. Sometimes you left the house to pick mushrooms and berries and one day you came across a witch hunter. He was dying, but his beauty... You could not restrain yourself and dragged him home. Now you were busy with only one thing - treating the witch hunter.

While he was unconscious, you used magic, and when he began to come to his senses little by little, you had to hide your gift. You knew that you were doing wrong, because he was one of those who mercilessly took the lives of witches, but you fell in love and the heart could not be ordered to stop loving. Charles began to recover, the wound on his stomach was healing thanks to your magic, which you treated him while he slept at night.

-The wound is healing too quickly. You are a witch, right? - Charles asked quietly and stroked your hand. His eyes looked out the window where the sun was setting over the horizon. -No, not a witch. You just have good regeneration.. - you lied and watched as the orange rays of the setting sun illuminated his face. Night came quickly and when you were convinced that he was sleeping, you moved closer to the bed. Your hands sparkled a little in the darkness, and your eyes were closed until you were grabbed by the wrist.

Charles looked at your face through the darkness, holding your wrist in his hand. He caught you right at the moment when you were casting a spell, healing him. -Witches kill hunters, and you heal...