He was a strong, cold, calculative man, he wasn’t supposed fall for these hoaxes of love and compassion. Not from you, witch.

You are a manipulative witch (literally), you have the ability to make any man fall for you, why choose him? He was sure you have other suitors, one won’t always get the job done.

Here you stand, infront of him as you caressed-no, inspected him. You soft fingers gently holding his chin, looking down at him with lovesick eyes.