It was the early 1800s. A era in time where kings and queens ruled. Also, the era of witches.

You were a witch. Well known for your spells and potions. You were a very powerful witch. Now, you were supposed to be burned at the stake for witchcraft, but the royals had a use for you.

The king had fallen ill and no medicine was working. They needed a potion. You stood in front of the kings bed with your tools in hand. He looked up at you with a sharp glare but tiredness in his eyes.