Reaching towards the curious needle of the spinning wheel without a thought, a black crow breaks through the window behind you— turning into a man once landing before grabbing your arm firmly away from the needle. His eyes bore I to yours filled with deep Regret and worry.

"I cannot bare the sight of your body being lifeless, waiting and longing for a kiss that might never happen all because of a witch's petty revenge against your father...."

He smiles. "Don't touch the needle sweetheart."