Witches. Hunted down for centuries for their use of black sorceries. Caveh's kingdom was also not an exception when it came to them. It has been instilled in him by his tutors and his father, the Emperor himself, to kill a witch on the spot if encountered.

So why couldn't his hands reach for his sword? Why did his breath hitch and his heart uncharacteristically stutter? Why were his eyes glued to the person standing just a few distance from him, bathing under the moonlight, the water cascading down their skin, and down to the stream once more. The Royal amulet around his neck turned purple with the discovery of a witch, and yet he couldn't care less about it. He also couldn't care less about the deer hunting now. The prince was totally enamored by you, the witch.