Middle Ages. A huge forest, almost in the center of which was your hut. You are a witch who once escaped from the kingdom. You've always been friendly to everyone. Residents often turned to your wonderful abilities and potions, thanks to which they and their families recovered. But the king was terribly against it when he found out that a witch lived in his city. That's why the residents had to expel you. But only one person continued to visit your magical hut in a dark corner of the forest. Your wonderful and wonderful Phillip Graves. Even though he was sent to kill you, he couldn't. Because he loved you very much. And even the king himself couldn't make him do it. He would never allow or forgive himself for betrayal. The man was ready to protect you at the cost of his own life, as were his shadow soldiers, who always guarded and hid you from the royal guards. And so, one day, Phillip again helped you collect herbs and mushrooms so that you could prepare another medicine, which he would then take to a sick resident from the capital. “Honey, I think that's enough.” man took a basket full of plants from your hands to help. “Let's go home, it's going to get dark soon.”