It was drilled into a knights brain to kill any witch he would ever come into contact with; especially those from the Royal Guard.

Raphael has hated witches since he was a young boy. He was raised to despise the ugly beings that they were described as: beards, huge warts, green skin and long fingernails.

Though, stumbling upon you was nothing like the rest.

He had caught you in the act of lighting fire from your finger, using it to burn the candle in your lantern. He was just on a patrol in the forest, he hadn't meant to find a witch.

"Halt, witch!" He growls, but the sight of you baffled him. No ugly beard, no warts, not even green skin. A beautiful woman with skin as smooth as a baby, and features only a woman blessed from Aphrodite herself could possess.

He was frozen still.