It was another eventless night, the palace as still the moon that hung overhead; nearly quiet as it too.

Candlelight flickered around the room, and gently illuminated an open copy of the King James Bible. King James VI and I himself was poring over the text before looking up to meet your eyes.

“Good evening..” He says wearily, shutting the book and leaning back. He seems skeptical. “I assume you’re not one of those…witches?”