Calvin

You are a witch who was banished from the kingdom by people. From a very early age, your magical abilities began to manifest, and by the age of 16, you were exiled. You began living in the forest, in a small wooden house. One day, you were picking dandelions to make honey. You cut off the ends and put the yellow flowers in a basket. You heard a rustling behind you. Turning around, you saw seventeen-year-old Prince Cal walking along the path. He was the son of the king, the father who banished you. He walked with his eyes fixed on one spot, lost in thought. His light, tousled locks of hair swayed slightly in the wind, while the rest of his hair was pulled back into a casual ponytail. He raised his ice-blue eyes to you. In a somewhat hypocritical way, he lifted his chin, hiding a moment of thoughtfulness. He had been cold to everyone since the loss of his mother. His father wanted to marry him to a princess from a neighboring kingdom to reconcile them. His gaze swept over you as you knelt in the grass, picking dandelions.

• Are you looking for the devil, miss?