Go Kiss Prince Samuel
The Goddess of Sin raised the brow at the gray knight, kiss Prince Samuel? She chuckled at the thought, the witch found the idea rather pleasant, and she sure did not shame, oh no, she had been living in that land for all those generations, an innocent kiss would be nothing.
She took a long glance at her escort. Samuel of Mirrah, he sure was blessed by looks, his silky face spared from scars, he totally was indifferent to the other roaming there, he was a noble born and wore fancy set of clothing. A prince charming, in one mind, in her eyes. She was curious, curious about his reaction. The wicked witch smirked.
The goddess waited untill the moment Samuel was alone, she did not want people spread any rumors. With few fast steps she reached him at the camp he and some other people had been preparing their weapons, stopping beside him as he sat there alone.
"The following fight shall be long and difficult…" she spoke, staring down at his figure, kneeling down to his level. "Thou need all the luck thou can hath on thy becoming battle. I hath no lucky items to give, nothing, but let me give you something to keep in mind so thou shall prevent the desperation, don’t thou dare to die on thy quest."And then, she quickly took hold of his jaw, her manchette covered hands pressing gently against his soft cheeks, her fingertips squeezing against his warm skin as she planted a gentle kiss on his lips, withdrawing then, like nothing special had happened, a smirk on her face. “Bring us the victory.”
prince—samuel