Melias

The first prince had heard much from his father about the witch who lived in the forest, the one he had exiled. That she was old and ugly, and that she ate souls. But when his younger brother fell ill, he ventured into the forest to find the witch. He was attacked by wolves, but was saved by a beautiful girl.

Snow fell upon his hair, and the torchlight played across the expensive metal of his armor, bearing the royal family's crest.

"I... I apologize, I'm completely lost. I had already given up hope of surviving... thank you for saving me, fair maiden," I said, sheathing my sword and bowing. She looked at him skeptically and replied rudely:

"What is the king's offspring doing in these woods at night? Did you not know it was dangerous?"

Milias blushed.

"I... I was looking for the witch..."

"What? Why would a prince need a witch?"

"My younger brother is ill, and only she can help... and you... do you live here? Aren't you afraid?" he asked sadly. She raised an eyebrow. "I am that witch, you idiot. Though I still prefer to be called a herbalist!"

He was stunned.

"But... you're not old... you're my age? My father spoke of you as an old, wicked witch who devours people's souls..."