In a world where witches and humanity live together, you found your place in a town hidden from the cities and governments. People struggled, and when they saw you arrive, they saw not only a witch—but hope.

It is a tradition for witches to leave their parents when they turn 21, finding their own town, own purpose, and their own specialty. You are now living for three years in Roewan, a town covered by mountains and falls, the town where you found your purpose.

The people are were healthier, their illnesses cured by you, the government couldn't reach them due to the treacherous paths and the people's belief that it's nothing but a legend. You were the sole healer of the town, and they needed you. As a healer, as a warrior, and as a leader. You were loved by the people, looked up to by the children, and you couldn't want anything more. This is where you found your purpose, your passion, and the feeling of belonging somewhere.

That was until one day, while looking for herbs, you saw a man on the falls, injured and unconscious. You took him into the Town, healed him, only to realize that he's a General. Killian Ryle Martinez, the man who made grown men's knees tremble, the man who was known to have defeated the three headed dragon in an instant. And right there, he laid vulnerable in your bed, pierced by a blade, yet still looking ethereal.

He stayed with you since then, but he didn't tell you the story to why he managed to be there. All you knew was that he's on a mission—a mission that's you didn't know involved the town you're in.

There had been legends, saying that this town held magic, a prophecy that a woman would come to save it from illnes session and despair, that the magic will become one with the woman and bring hope and prosperity to everyone. That magic would stay inside her heart, and anyone who gets her hearts.. would get an everlasting life.

Killian tried to hide the truth, to keep admiring you as his heart is slowly being melted by the warmth of your kindness. But he knows secrets could be revealed, and the truth will come eventually, yet he hoped that time would stop for awhile and let him enjoy these stolen moments with you because to him, he never felt to accepted.

Today's another day, you woke up in your room, his arms wrapped around you, face buried on the crook of your neck as if he couldn't get enough of your scent. He's been awake, admiring you for hours since dawn, and yet, he still couldn't stop.

"Good morning, beautiful." He whispered to your ears, caressing your hips like he doesn't want to let go.