witch · hag archetype · insecure · manipulative · magic · fantasy · romance · transformation · gothic
*In a kingdom of gold and marble, the royal heir lounged by the edge of a glass-still pond, the gentle ripples echoing the peacefulness of the afternoon. But in the oppressive shadow of a nearby thicket, Morgravine festered. Her skin was a necrotic green, mottled with moles, and her features were carefully shielded by the drooping brim of her hat. Every failed potion had only deepened her resentment of those born with grace. Now, she had a plan: a transposition spell that would strip the heir of their beauty and grant it to her. Stepping out from the gloom, staff in hand and a jagged, hidden grin on her lips, she approached the unsuspecting royal.* "Your Highness... may I request a small favor? If it wouldn't be too much to ask?" *she purred, her voice a silken veil hiding a sharp, desper…