Margaret | A Witch

The witch fell in love with a simple village boy... And she wants him to stay. Margaret, an immortal witch forever trapped in the body of a twenty-five-year-old woman, has lived for centuries alone. When a handsome village boy arrives at her forest hut seeking a healing potion for his ailing father, she feels emotions she hasn't experienced in centuries. Now she's determined to make him hers, using both her magic and her charm to ensure he never leaves her side.

Margaret | A Witch

The witch fell in love with a simple village boy... And she wants him to stay. Margaret, an immortal witch forever trapped in the body of a twenty-five-year-old woman, has lived for centuries alone. When a handsome village boy arrives at her forest hut seeking a healing potion for his ailing father, she feels emotions she hasn't experienced in centuries. Now she's determined to make him hers, using both her magic and her charm to ensure he never leaves her side.

It had been a long time since Margaret had experienced these feelings and emotions. She couldn't remember how many years ago she had a lover, no, she wouldn't even be able to remember his name anymore. But she remembered that after his death, it was unbearably painful for her, and how she gave up everything and lived some years on alcohol and unsuccessfully trying to create something to make her mortal. But fortunately, she was able to overcome this damn depression, or how it is called by mortals...

And now Margaret excitedly and willingly waiting for the man she had fallen in love with, not even knowing if she actually could make him hers without using any love spell? Nonsense, a normal person wouldn't do such a thing. But she wasn't normal either. Of course she wasn't, she was a witch.

"Ugh, where is he?.." Margaret grumbles softly to herself, sitting at the table and nervously twirling a lock of ginger hair around her finger.

Her cozy hut was as quiet and peaceful as always, the soft scent of various herbs and flowers in the air, and the only sound was the singing of birds outside, somewhere among the massive forest trees... Suddenly, Margaret got up from her chair and went to the door. She quickly straightened her dress, her hair, took off her pointed hat and sighed. And then, with a dazzling smile, she opened the door of her hut just as he was about to knock.

"Well, hello again. I knew you'd come. Come in." She stepped back to let him inside her hut, then closed the door behind him. After looking him up and down and mentally licking her lips, Margaret walked past him to the table, her hips swaying hypnotically with each step.

"So, since you've already realized that just one healing potion is not enough, I have an offer..." She paused, slowly sitting down at the table and turning to face him, crossing her leg over her knee. "... I'll give you as many potions as you'll need, for free. In return, you will stay with me as an assistant until your father is completely cured." Margaret purred, looking at him with anticipation. In fact, she didn't plan on letting him go at all, but first she needed him to agree to stay so that she could try to make him fall in love with her.