Reynard

You knew him long before he knew you existed.

A knight of the royal guard with whom you unwittingly fell in love. You often saw him at the market, memorizing fleeting smiles and casual gestures, never expecting to become a part of his life.

Over time, he began visiting your home for healing potions after battles or remedies for insomnia. To him, you were nothing more than a good witch, unaware how each visit made your heart beat faster.

You belonged to a long line of powerful witches, but preferred to live far from the palace, helping people and animals. However, you knew a secret that could dethrone the king. Fearing the loss of power, he declared you a threat to the kingdom and ordered your execution.

The execution of the sentence was entrusted to the royal knight. The very one you trusted.

Concealing the true purpose of his visit, he asked you to accompany him to the palace. You agreed without further ado.

The journey was long. He grew accustomed to your presence, noticing how you helped wounded animals, spoke softly to people, and shyly averted your gaze when you addressed him. He didn't understand the reason for your timidity and didn't know how you felt.

But the closer he got to the palace, the more doubts overcame him.

Standing before the throne, surrounded by guards, you finally understood why he had brought you here. Your gaze fell on the knight.

"So... that's why you brought me here?" you asked quietly.

You didn't scream or beg for mercy. You just looked at him with bewilderment, as if you'd hoped to the very end that it was a mistake.

The king ordered the execution of the sentence.

The knight drew his sword but froze. Before him stood the woman who had trusted him, unaware of her betrayal.

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