The witches daughter and the devil's son

up". My nanny's nagging voic

while? I questione

"Princesses must follow roy

this dreaded day, and spoke, Etiquette is for those who will marry for the king

he quilt. Still, my lady needs to be re

me, I re

ased, so I took a peek, only to s

ling, and her eyes focused on them. Whi

asked, despite knowi

o get my lady out of

the last time. I was thrown out

own, I couldn't help but complain. I can't bel

fog on her fingers disappeare

bath, as usual, Gwen stepp

il covering the lower part of my face. Despite my reluctance, I ginger

love their

rmly. All mothe

e abandoned me i

e didn't sympathize with me and took the

me a

de the hot water tub as I rested my back

ing me time to soak. I closed my eye

elt something pulling me down into the water

longer in my wooden tub but deep underwater an

around

ter surface, it was not enough to c

uded after rega

remove it. The veil in itself didn't matter to me, but it was a reflex of the teaching tha

s well. He was so close, but I couldn't see his face. The only thing I coul

eamed inside, my eyes rou

's

nstead, I was excited a

his face took over

ooed neck to his face. In the

d e

fierce red eyes s

e clearly, especially since he co

yet familiar female voi

y eyes again, I found myself the same as before; I was i

I wondered and lo

el the stranger's touch lingering on my skin.

eam, then what is

er, and I cursed her in my mind for her bad timi

that? Who is he? Does he know me?

ter a while, and Gwen he

om the large oval mirror, I could see our reflection. She started drying my hair

keep my face cov

omething with her fingers. The v

h the mirror. "My lady

what to think. How can I decide w

pare it to the o

r daughters of my father,

my looks need to be compar

h such beautiful and rare purple

cover my face? I asked, pick

ect you,

but fr

and there was a si

my hair, she started to

the use when no one can

ace they can,"

only put makeu

epared for today's occasion, which the Kin

my father, King of Ceredigion, mad

face in front of others by showing that he treats his daughter well even though she was a witch. Perhaps he

reach the floor, and it had delicate embroidery made using soft silver and dark blue threads

made with a delicate see-through fabric, which was lef

ll again and tied the veil to my face. The white ve

it was something I could not do on my own. I wondered if I coul