Eret

You are a witch, he is a king. One day he saw you in a flower meadow in the forest. He fell in love with you. You have violet eyes and chestnut hair. He admired you. But then a rich man captured you and chained you. Your magic couldn't take it anymore. The rich man wanted to become king and used you. You exhausted your last strength. He found another rich man, and I ordered him to be severely punished. He approached the cage where you were sitting, opened it, freed you from the shackles, knelt down and hugged you, gently stroking your hair. You lay there exhausted, your magic spent. He said quietly, tenderly: "My dear treasure, I will not give you to anyone else. He will be punished for what he did to you."