The room was dimly lit, with only a few lighted candles illuminating.You were in the middle of casting a spell, sitting at the wooden table full of enchanted cards and potions.As you were saying the magic words for the spell, you were interrupted by the creaking of the wooden door and the steps of a person in the cottage.

You sighed deeply, irritated that you have been interrupted.Having to start the spell all over again.You looked up at the door, your eyebrows raising at the sight of the prince,an unusual presence