The Prince's Witch

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The next morning Lord Edward made his way to the castle. He was ready to tell everything he knew about Ruth and her brothel; it was time to put a stop to her shenanigans. The woman had lied to him one time too many, and this was the last draw. All he asked was for her to bring one woman to him and she could not do that.

"Prince Theo!" A voice ringed out from below the fields. Edward knew he had heard it once before. Quickly he followed the sound to his beautiful lady lip-locking with no other than the young prince. He could not believe his eyes. Was this the reason Ruth had lied to him? But Edward knew it would not last for long.

"I missed you, My Lady."

"I missed you too Sire. Yet I am scared what if...."

"No what if Mabel. Have faith, I promise everything will be alright." He said as she nodded. So, her name was Mabel a beautiful name for a beautiful gentlewoman, but she did not belong to Prince Theodore. She was his and if he could not have her neither could he.

Once again Edward watched as the two kissed happily and then turn back to the little cabin. Quickly he made his way to the castle doors. It was a good thing that he did not need an invitation to see the King. You see he and King Roland were kin and he just knew that his dear cousin would not allow his second and only illegitimate son to lye was a witch. He was going to demand him to hand her over or burn her at the stake. To Edward that was an excellent idea.

"Dear cousin, what is it that you want this morn? Since you come barging into my chambers as if it was a fire outside of the door, and I know it is not to save me. What trouble you need me to help you out of this round Edward."

"King Roland I think you shall know your son Prince Theodore is rolling in the hay with a pagan witch whore!" Edward said loudly as Roland arched a brow. It was not like he gave a shite about who Prince Theodore slept with long as he was happy.

"I see. What are your demands?" He sighed as Edward smirked rubbing his hands together.

"I saw her first and would like for her to be my missus...."

"Lord Edward, is this the same gentlewoman that you swore you fell in love with at first sight?" The King asked. Edward nodded profusely, again King Roland arched a brow thinking over the situation. "You may finish."

"I want her at my manor by night or burn at the stake in the morn. Prince Theodore is not to have what is mine. I understand that he is your son and next in line to be king but His Majesty you have five other children." He said. Roland glared at the man for a moment before snapping his fingers to the guard standing by the door.

"No one demand or tells me what THE BLOODY HELL TO DO WITH MY CHILDREN!" He said. "If Prince Theodore wishes to have the witch he will have the witch. No one... I mean no one will burn her at a bloody stake! GUARDS GET HIM OUT OF MY BLOODY FACE!"

"ROLAND YOU WILL FALL FOR THIS! YOU HAV MY WORD!" Edward yelled as Roland held up his hand scrolling over to the man gripping his chin as he bored into his eyes.

"Thy word means shite to I. Blood or not I will hav thy head and the beautiful witch you seek will be Prince Theodore's wife. You never had she. The young maiden was always Prince Theodore's.... He will be an example to all. Behead him and stake it at the castle walls!" Roland said as the guards pulled Edward away kicking and screaming. Just as Theodore and the young beauty walked into the throne room.

Mabel's eyes stay glued to the Lord's as they glowed a beautiful purple. Reminding Roland of her... Josephine. Everything about her reminded him of the one he called his sister. Maybe because she was a spitting image of her mother. It had been eighteen winters since the last he saw her and it was like glaring at a ghost who was very much alive.