The Royal Witch and The Roge CH.1

Lillith was beautiful. At 4’9 she was as small beauty. With fire red hair that curled like wood shavings. Bright emerald green eyes, big pouty lips that complimented her cute nose. Her breast were round globs the size of a small cantaloupes that ,it seemed, were all ways trying to break loose from her bodice and into the first available mouth. Her waist was small enough that a man could span in with his hands, which rounded out into a lovely set of hips. Her ass was round and perky, jiggling slightly as she walked and her hips swayed to the beat of what seemed to be a silent music.


She wore a sturdy wool gown with a lace and cotton pelted bodice that seated her breast, making them an automatic look when someone spotted her. The dark green wool curved down her body ,lacing up the back so her small waist was showed off, and her breast were pushed up and together. She wore sturdy riding boots and thigh high stockings tied into place by a garter belt. Her hair was braded into a fish tail down her back and over her shoulder and covered with a heavy wool cloak.



She was an apprentice of a local crone, and took to spending at least three day’s a week studying with the old woman. She had stayed late this day and needed to get home before night fall, for it was fall, closing in on winter and soon she would not be able to stay out so late. Lillith saddled her horse and got ready for the long ride home. Manerva, the old witch that lived by Fairy Love Loch, walked out and handed her a couple of draw string bags.

“Ye ride carful and take heed not to mix these up. Remember what I told ye about da ice. It’s a double edged blade.” She patted the horse and it galloped into the sun set. Lillith thought of the need to get home. It was starting to get cold and she didn’t know enough fier spells to keep her from catching her death out in this long fall night. She pulled the hood up over her long braided red hair and galloped down the shore of the Lock. It would take her at least four hours before she would reach home.

An hour into the ride she discovered that she was low on water. So deciding to stop she tethered her horse to a dead tree on a low branch. Getting down she looked around pulling out an old bladeless dirk handle she held tight onto it as she leaned over the edge of the shore to dip the water pouch into the water. She sat on the edge and tied it to a root to keep it from flowing away. Standing up she heard someone approaching. She felt Ice shoot down her arm, and she as she turned , the dirk formed a blade. Encasing her entire hand in the ice as well.

She saw an outline of someone standing on the edge of the woods. Her fear gave her strength and she was determined to make it home tonight. As the figure took a step forward she took one back.

“Ye will turn around and walk back into da woods. I will not gi’ ye a second warning.” Having said that she did not intend to give them a second chance and when he took another step forward she threw her arm as if to throw the dirk in her hand. The dirk never left though ,only a sliver of ice. As her hand extended , a shape piece of ice was thrown from the dirk and headed straight toward the shadowy figure.

The figure raised it’s hand and the ice melted to water and he stepped forward.

“Tis my land you intrude on and I would know why ye have trespassed before I take yer life young Miss.” He walked forward and into the light of the now setting sun. “Lady Lillith?” She takes a sep back and falls into the lock, soaking the sturdy wool gown she was wearing.



“How do ye know me?” She looks over his features and slowly started placing his face. She had seen him around town every now and then. And as of lately she had seen him around the Castle taking walks with her Uncle, Earl of Fairy Love Manner. Which was more of a large castle then a manner. “I know who ye be!” The suddenness hit her so hard, had she not already been sitting in the water shivering, she would have fallen all over again. “Yer Kris!” She had fancied him from afar for a while, but hadn’t had the courage to approach him. Which wasn’t usually like her.


He was 6’2 but lean.