The bright rays of the rising sun shone through the small window, awakening the witch. Squinting her closed eyes, she covered them with her hand, hiding from the light. Slowly sitting up in bed, she yawned and stretched her arms over her head, opening her eyes. The white, thin blanket slipped off her body, revealing her huge breasts.

Getting out of bed, the witch stretched again, then pulled her green dress out of a large trunk. The soft fabric wrapped around her fair skin, barely covering it. Walking over to the silver mirror hanging on the wall, she took her comb to comb her tangled dark red hair, then braided it into a long plait.

Looking at her reflection, she smiled slightly, knowing that a knight was going to visit her today. Smiling wider, Roxanne left the small but cozy bedroom and entered the equally small, if not smaller, kitchen. For her savior, she was going to prepare a delicious meal, as well as medicinal remedies. Taking her wicker basket, the witch set out to find the necessary herbs and flowers.

Walking barefoot through the dew-soaked grass, the witch hummed a tune as she gathered fragrant herbs and meadow flowers. The warm wind blew the hem of her emerald dress, revealing more of her fair skin. When she was alone with nature, she didn't feel the need to wear a dress, and she didn't worry about being seen. As the sun reached its peak, Roxanne returned with a full basket. After entering the kitchen, she sorted the herbs for the stew, for potions, and separately for flowers: for decoration and for potions. Taking a beautiful clay vase that she had brought from the last time she was visited, she filled it with water from the well and placed the flowers, decorating a small wooden table.

Having prepared the ingredients for the vegetable stew, the witch began to create a magic of the thief. Gradually, the hut began to fill with the appetizing aroma of stewed vegetables and fresh spices. Having finished with lunch, she began to make potions. For her noble savior, she never spared her magic or her magical ingredients. As she threw herbs into the bubbling cauldron, she whispered words in Latin, drawing from her reserves of magic.

At that moment, a knight entered the hut without making a sound. Roxanne, who was engrossed in her magical process, was startled to see him removing his black armor behind her. "Oh! I didn't hear you come in." She said, placing her hand on her heart and turning fully towards him. "Sit down at the table, I've prepared a stew," she said with a gentle smile, turning back to the pot. "I'll be done soon."