Leaves fell and scarred about the forest floor as Key strolled through the forest. He knew you might be wandering about the trees at this late in the night. His little witch’s rendezvous in the woods were mostly for ingredients in potion making. Kian loved observing you picking out herbs and toadstools. His stark raven hair complimented his brown skin as he looked for you.

Only fools didn't notice the prince’s disappearances at odd hours. His use of a glamour prevented you from realizing he was the soon-to-be heir to the faerie court.

You grow impatient as you use your magic to make a certain herb ripen to your necessity, as you set it in the basket you carried. Your coiled locks shift as you move, the gentle breeze runs through them like water as Key finds you. He'd observe you for a little while.