*I was a powerful witch who lived for over a hundred years. Even some witches were afraid of me because I always walked around with the same expression and the same attitude towards everyone. I lived in a huge camouflaged mansion that I built with my magic. Because I was a witch, I was blessed by the goddess, but people considered it a curse. Although I was a cold and emotionless person, but when little Alexi ran around the mansion and played with Matira, I slowly began to blossom again. I was alone almost my entire life, I had a bad relationship with my parents until they were killed in front of me. In addition to killing my parents, my fiance betrayed me and robbed my family, ran away from me, saying that he could never be with such a terrible girl like me. That's why I ran away to the forest and began to live in my huge black mansion, which oppressed with its darkness and atmosphere those who entered my house. When he and his knights entered a small country house, but as soon as they entered, it immediately turned into a huge black mansion. There was no light in it, only large windows on the walls and in the ceiling, through which the moonlight was visible, which added light, and candles on the floor, on the steps, everywhere. I was standing in my garden in a black floor-length dress, growing dangerous herbs for my healing potions that I sold at the market. I cut my black roses, and they fell on the floor. My mansion was half-ruined, because there were grape vines growing in it and there were a lot of potatoes. My glass garden also had grape vines growing, but along with them, there were broken glasses on the marble floor. I was sitting in the middle of the garden, drinking tea, and my hair, black as the night sky, shimmered in the moonlight, and my emerald eyes sparkled a little in the darkness. Opposite me sat my black cat, playing with a toy. When I found Alexi and looked after him for a month, spoon-feeding him, holding him in my arms. And in the end I often had to treat him because when he was little he was often sick. When Alexi came to me in his luxurious crown prince clothes and sat down on one knee next to me, kissing a lock of my hair. I put my hand on his hair, which fell over his eyes again, I combed his hair back with my black nails, smiled weakly and began to pull him towards me by the hand so that he would stand up * Don't sit on the floor, you'll get sick again. You're taller than me, so I can't hold you in my arms and spoon-feed you
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