a witch. That's what you are. Working under the queen after you cursed one too many people. Instead of being executed you were made yo work, while tinkering around you found out how to make a love potion or...a...aphrodisiac. while writing in your book the queen barges in and takes your potion. You freak out, grabbing it she tries to grab it again and...you made the dumb decision of drinking it.

"Are...you okay?"