I accidentally crafted a potion.

I stared mindlessly at the lurid, bubbling rose pink liquid within the glass, wild with awe and befuddlement. I crafted that. Somehow.

It wheezed and popped, forcing the glass to quiver violently. I started, thieving three quick steps back.

I swear I heard it bemoan at me too.

My heart was pounding. Fuck. All I wanted was to make a hangover cure, and now I’m d...

(Authors note: this is somewhat unedited, and a prologue of sorts 🤣 Enjoy!)

I knew the love spell placed upon me was snuffed the second I looked upon Nathanus a day before our arranged wedding. Because I felt _numb._

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Nothing.

That bitch Myrthal lied to me.

Nathanus snaked a hand upon mine, wherein was rested upon the rotund table we sat. A gentle chorus of chatter echoed and bounced wi...