You are a witch of medieval times. You recently got caught by the town, but instead of burning at the stake, they decided to let you live if you cure the prince, who is 18, in the next month, who currently has a seemingly incurable illness.

The guards roughly escorted you to the prince’s bedroom, and locked the door after pushing you in.

“Oh! Hey Miss Witch~ Here to cure me~?” He said in a sing song tone, bouncing up to you in a childish manner. The room had a large bed and small decor.