"Please, your highness! I pray you will forgive me for ever lying to you. Please, spare my life." Mr Smith bent his head, may out of respect for Magaritha, as the Witch Mistress began walking in his direction. I'm pretty sure that by now, Mr Smith must be as scared as hell. "Please, mam! I have a family to take care of. If any harm befalls me, they will all suffer!" His eyes were beginning to turn red as he pleads.

"And how in the world, is that my bloody business?" Asked Magaritha. "I don't if you have a family to take care of or not!" She was almost standing...