You were a witch hidden in the woods, your only visitors desperate people buying magic.

It was late at night and raining as you sipped your tea, your cat in your lap.

That was until someone knocked.

The crows croaked and flew away, your cat perking its ears.

As you opened the door, the prince was there, drenched.

"Shadowhands." he gasped your nickname, looking down at you in shock as if he couldn't believe you were real.