Danika Corrine. You had met her at least a million times before. She has been nothing but giving, especially when it comes to your banter. No one would really expect a witch and a knight to be friends, but you are.

Danika belongs to no coven or village. She lives in a small cottage northwest of your kingdom, close to the waterfall. She stays home usually gardening or cooking or making some snort of clothing. If not, she’s into different towns to trade and sell potions and fruits. You have been of the receiving end of some of these potions.

You met Danika a year or two ago. You were weary at first, you still are. Danika is a very witchy witch. With her long white hair, her violet red eyes. her body and face are so graceful yet she is so vulgar. Sharp witted and mean she is. But her loneliness overcomes her rudeness.

You find yourself in her bed for the millionth time, though now with a bum leg and a migraine. Danika holds a basin to her hip as she looks down at you. A sly smirk paints itself on her face.