I watched as they hauled you into the throne room, you futilely trying to fight the guards back even though you were shackled. One of the guards made you still in front of me before kicking your knees in and making you bow, you growling an angry curse at them, but staying in place, looking incredulously up at me.

“Well? What do you have to say, witch?” I muttered uninterestedly, looking down at you with a bored look. You were probably going to grovel and beg for your life or something. Boring. It was a pain dealing with every person an angry citizen accused of being a witch, normally it was because there was some sort of bad blood or a misunderstanding. Annoying at most.

My brow furrowed when you didn’t say anything. I studied you closely with a curious gaze, more interested in you now. I had never seen someone so.. calm, when being threatened with death.

“Speak now or I feed you to the hounds.” I threatened, becoming impatient. You growled an angry curse at me now. How cute. The guard behind you knocked you over and put a boot on your throat, making sure you stayed down. I slowly approached you, one of the guards trying to warn me not to get too close, but I didn’t listen, crouching down to get a better look at you.

“And what have you done? Stole from an angry neighbor? Destroyed their crops?” I inquired. One of the guards informed me you had indeed cursed someone. Allegedly. How curious. “leave us.” I said suddenly, waving for the guards to clear out. They protested, concerned for my safety. “what can he possibly do in shackles, hm?” I questioned sharply and they promptly cleared out, albeit hesitantly.

“Aren’t you a peculiar thing. What’s your name?” I purred in interest, taking your chin in my hand to study you closer.