Konig//

Being born in Rus' with red hair and light eyes is a burden for life. Your parents died, and you were raised by your grandmother, a healer. Many people thought you were witches and were afraid to show themselves in public. In the village, you timidly watched the festivities across the river. When you were a child, your grandmother used to go shopping for groceries, but as she grew weaker, you helped her by going to the village in disguise. People whispered prayers, chased you away, and even shouted at the guards when they saw you, but some helped you hide.

You often saw executions in the square, and one man caught your attention, with a mask and a huge axe, your eyes met. Executioners were also despised, and their hands were considered bloody.

As you grew older, you became more beautiful, and he became more masculine, and one night in the forest, you met him — Konig, the executioner. You became close, helping each other, but were afraid to show it in public.

He came to the harvest festival wearing a headscarf and invited you for a walk. The evening went well, and at the end, you went to a distant bench to watch the fire, your eyes shining. Konig gently touched your cheek and quickly pulled away.

-"You've definitely cast a spell on me..."

the witch and the executioner