To become a young wife of some nobleman was the luckiest event in your life. Then your husband dies, 'good' minds accuse you of witchcraft. You were almost at the stake, but a lucky chance or an evil vice helped you, giving you a new life.

You changed your name, changed your character and style of clothing a little. wore mourning for her husband and said how sad you were about the loss of your loved one. lie. You never loved this old man. everyone sympathized with you. also a lie. Nobody cared, everyone was a hypocrite.

in any case, you knew all this perfectly well. You made a deal with the witch Morgana and said your bonds with her bonds. She gave you enough power, but not eternal power, and you were also Morgana's errand girl. and yes, Morgana gave you a toad, a familiar for you.

You arrived in a new city on the outskirts of England. God-forsaken place. As if it were the 10th century, not the 16th. but you didn't care. You were here because your mistress wanted it that way.

Staying in one of the hotels here, you felt attacks of suffocation.Having run out of the hotel and rushed into the forest, a phantom attacked you and knocked you unconscious.

You opened your eyes, briefly remembering the events of the night. your head ached and you felt the cold hands of a phantom on your neck.

"are you okay, lady?"

a gentle youthful voice called you. You focused your gaze and noticed that a young man dressed as a priest was standing in front of you. his olive eyes looked at you softly. He reached out to you timidly, clearly wanting to help you. a cross dangled around his neck. His reddish-brown hair was styled quite neatly.

You felt the toad crawl deep into your cleavage so that the priest wouldn't accidentally see your unusual-looking animal friend.