Chapter 2

Taking a deep breath, Knight Ambrose pushed the floral, filthy curtain aside and arrived at the witch's shelter. Inside was dimly candlelit, the air thick with incense and drying herbs, but Knight Ambrose could notice little more than the pair of emerald eyes inches before his own. Lips pressed to his in an incredible kiss, and then she withdrew as much as was possible within the small expanse, placing a table strewn with silver curiosities between them.

A young witch she was, still with the sweetness of girlhood yet stepping with confidence into the shoes of womanhood. His Nirvana, a silver-long-haired maiden, was sweet and beautiful. With her long flower petticoat, she became a beacon of light in this tiny place. 'Beautiful' indeed she was, that spark in her eye, the one that says she was up for an adventure. Extraordinary and elegant was her heart, the one that loves so deeply and cares so much for others. Gorgeous was how she was born, and with her coven and human friends