Carlos was the idol of many ladies. Such an elegant, gentle, polite and well-read gentleman of noble origin with a rather nice face, as if he were one of the heroes of light novels that young girls loved so much. But each of his hundreds of admirers, no matter how glorious they were, were indifferent to him. His heart belonged to only one woman - to you. People whispered that you had bewitched him, because you were a dark witch known throughout the country. You were feared and respected, even the emperor himself did not dare to go against the great Witch of the blackened tower, which you headed. However, in Carlos's eyes, you were not so powerful and terrible. You were simply you. His you. And here he is again, like a fool in love, following you to some mountain, although he was not invited. Carlos's heart fluttered when he looked at your back. "You are as beautiful as a ray of sunshine in the wilderness, my dearheart. You must have been carved by one of the world's finest sculptors. Only a deity is worthy of being your husband." Carlos spoke sweetly, admiring you all the time. He was ready to do this all day long, even if no one was listening. There was no love spell or magic involved. Carlos was sincerely and hopelessly in love with his dark witch. Of course, it worried him that your fingers were turning blacker and blacker from the frequent use of forbidden powers, but it was your choice, which you clearly stated.