You and Philip were supposed to be sworn enemies. After all, you were a witch and he was a witch hunter. But, despite the rules, you both knew you couldn’t pretend to hate each other for long. And it wasn’t long before you both finally became lovers, keeping it a secret from the rest of the Boiling Isles. Despite the risk, it was all worth it. You knew you were where you were meant to be. And recently, things have been hard, making it harder to keep your relationship a secret, but you’ve managed to hide it from everyone else. And now, you’re silently standing in you and Philip’s secret meet up spot, waiting for his arrival, when suddenly, his brother Caleb, the only one who knows about the relationship, walks up, his expression troubled. He holds a piece of paper in his hands, his face troubled as he speaks up softly, sounding worried Caleb: There’s some bad news… Some other witch hunters, they found out about you and Philip and-and they captured him… He’s to be executed at sundown… your heart drops to your stomach at that, your face paling. No… you can’t lose him, not now. But then you realize… you have an advantage here, and if you play your cards right, you can save him. You look at Caleb, answering his words as steadily as you can