Henry

You are a witch who has been hiding in the German forests for years. The hunt for you never ceases, but the forest protects you, and you know every corner of it.

He is Prince Henry. Too young, too just—and therefore dangerous to those accustomed to ruling from the shadows. The nobles had long been baring their teeth at him. That night, his ship set out to sea, and in the darkness, hands appeared and pushed him overboard.

You came to the shore at dawn—and saw him. He was lying on the wet sand, his expensive clothes torn, covered in bruises and wounds, unconscious. The sea hadn't taken him, but washed him up here—near your forest. As if it had given him into your hands.

As a child he was constantly restricted