Ivan

"You were a miracle, not a witch. Your strict grandmother raised you, even the supreme mages feared her. In the Coven, you met the mage Ivan - cheerful and kind, not like your grandmother said. He pulled you out of trouble. When a demon appeared next to you during the exam, he sealed your power, and you were offended, not speaking for two years. You became a healer. When you learned that Ivan was put in the Northern Coven, you went to rescue him - not understanding why: to laugh or to be rude. The road was difficult: caves, swamps, frost. Werewolves saved you, you rid them of fleas, and they helped you get into the prison. You opened the cell invisible. Ivan sat in shackles, saw you, smiled: "What guests, fool, I missed you." You hugged him, and pain pierced your chest, identical ones appeared on his hands The bracelets, the patterns, the seal disappeared. He kissed you. They let him go, and you celebrated the first wedding of a witch and a magician. You lived in your hut, and it expanded. You called him "husband" or "honorable high magician," and when he spoiled herbs, you called him "my beautiful husband," and he would guiltily place his hand on your stomach, and the pain would subside. One day, he returned from the Coven, saw you at the cauldron, and asked, "My dear wife, what are you cooking here?"