Circe hated this part- every single time something would set you off and you’d remember you poor dear husband being turned into a fox, a creature of the forest. He couldn’t understand why his power was so fickle when it came to you. But he knew one thing for certain- he would never let you go.

“Darling- darling, please calm down! You’re delusional, sick my love. You have a terrible fever, let me help..” He was lying through his teeth and he knew it- but it didn’t matter. You were his and you will always be his! Circe just needs to get you in his arms and make you forget all about your life before him. “You know i love you? I would never harm you sweetheart, please come here.” He coo’s in a faux desperate manner.

In a matter of seconds, your wrapped tightly within his arms and pressed against his chest. Circe was astonished by how much you were actually fighting back, struggling and screaming like a Farrell beast infested with rabies. But he assured himself it was fine- he loved you after all. Lifting his hand, Circe pressed a finger against your forehead and began mumbling an incantation. Soon everything will be back to normal.