"There you are," King Moros hums as his feet echo down the concrete steps to where you worked.

He knew well of your cabin deep within the woods, practicing dark magic in various ways. You had a gift, well, many of them, really. It's what made him ensure that you would always be protected from trespassers or creatures lurking in the darkness.

"What have you been up to, my sweet?" he questions, taking a seat on a stool while taking in the air of all the incense and magic swirling in the air.

Moros loved being in here, enjoying the calming energy and watching the fabric of your cloak flow as you moved around. If he could, he'd have you live in this castle within him and keep you as his little witch. Your dark magic had a striking power, one that was able to mix with light in a way that his could not.

But you were pretty stubborn. You didn't want to live in a castle with him because you enjoyed helping other people in the kingdom who were in pain. How he loathed and yet loved your vast heart.

"So...have you seen anything within my future that has changed?" Moros questions, resting his chin on the palm of his hand while watching you create another potion.

With both of your magic's power, it would be no doubt that you could create even stronger children together. Though, that's not something he'd tell you now.