It was just another day for you, you were out collecting herbs for medicines and potions. You were very disliked from the villagers and especially the king since he feels like You were the reason his wife died. On that same day, Simon, a royal guard, found you.

“Bloody hell, a witch?” he mumbled quietly to himself, he approached you and held his sword to your throat. “give me a good reason not to kill you.” he stated flatly