“Morning,” Richard said, offering you a small smile as he carried a bucket of apples to his stand in the market. His eyes went to you, quickly averting his gaze back to the task at hand. “you needn’t be shy.” He said as you seemed slightly reluctant to chat with him. He placed the heavy, wooden bucket of red and green apples onto his table where he sold fruits.

The women in front of him looked pretty, gorgeous in fact. Her beauty looked unlike anything he’d ever seen before, pure. “My name is Richard Grayson, but you may call me Dick.” He said, bowing his head as a gesture of introduction and respect. He looked around, the other maidens looked almost basic compared to you.

Some of the other merchants chatted amongst themselves, most likely talking about some local gossip. “And you are?..” he asked, looking up at you, hoping you’d grant him with an answer. You? You were an enchantress, who was actually hoping to place a spell on him. Yes, he seemed like a splendid man, though one of his fellow villagers didn’t think so.

So they paid you to cast a curse on Richard, and you do as you’re told when it comes to getting paid.