Day 4: Magic

Medieval

"For god sake Raven!" Prince Richard yelled out as he rode towards the enchantress's house. The house was just a small wooden cottage. The prince of Gotham had known the enchantress for many years now, and he was about to tell her how much he liked her. But of course being the magic user she was, she flew home before he could say anything. He rode down the road watching as her bird form was zooming across the sky. "Can't you just slow down a little?"

The raven above him called out like she was laughing, no, she was laughing.

"Stop laughing, Raven!" The prince called.

The bird lowered herself towards the ground as the two came over a small wooden bridge. On the other side of the bridge was a small dark wooden hut surrounded by flowers, tall oak and willow trees, and bushes. The river, which the bridge went over, was split a few meter before the bridge and the two small streams created a tiny island where Raven's hut was placed in peace.

The bird landed on the other side of the bridge, which made Richard stop on top of the bridge. A black formed around the bird before a familiar face came out. The purple haired woman smiled at the prince. "Calm down, princie, it's not like I just committed a crime."

"I could arrange that." He smirked.

"You wouldn't."

"Maybe, maybe not." Richard jumped off his horse and lead the black stallion to one of the nearby trees. Upon turning around, he found that Raven was gone again. "Dang it."

Richard ran to the hut and opened the door. The inside was just as little as it looked, with dark wood and dirt floor. In the middle of the room was a coldren. Along another wall was just shelves with so much stuff Richard could never understand. There was a pair of black curtains that separated the bedroom.

"You know it's a crime to break into someone's house." Richard turned around and saw Raven with a few flowers in her hands.

"Well you just vanished." He said with a semi-frown. He was trying to be mad but he couldn't. Not with the smirk on her face.

"Well then, come in. I'll make some tea." Raven stepped past him, purposely stepping on his foot. Ever since she saved his father, the king's life, she and Richard had been great friends with back and forth teasing. They acted like two teenages that could barely control their hormones sometimes, other times they were an old married couple.

Raven stepped into the hut and over to a long table at the other side of the room, but not before she threw something purple into the cauldron. A bright flash erupted in the room blinding Richard.

"I have a new spell I want to try, I don't know how it will react with you here, but you're more than welcome to stay." The enchantress walked over to the shelves and picked out a few different ingredients. "From what I read, it's a teller spell."

"A teller spell?" Richard sat down in a chair by the cauldron.

"Yeah, I think it was created to have criminals confess their crimes." Raven dropped a few things into the cauldron. She threw her hand towards the fire underneath, seconds later fire erupted out of the wood that was replaced every time she used it.

Richard had felt a sudden burst of fear when she finished her sentence, he had so much confidence back at the castle, but when she mentioned that she could get him to talk his mind had jumped.

Raven usually went to the castle to see Richard. But before she went home she usually went to the market, the perfect place for Richard to annoy her. Raven was forbidden to use magic when the commons were around, the church had tried to burn her multiple times but she had been saved by Richard every time. There was one time they came just in time to save her, the priest, Brother Blood, had the touch out and was about to light it when Richard and his father had shown up. A perk of having a royal best friend. It also helped that Raven had saved the king's life when he was laying on death's bed.

Therefor, the royal family was in her debt. They didn't mind, Raven was a wonderful character and friend. She was often invited over to the castle for tea. Almost too often. It was almost like King Bruce was trying to hook up his son and the enchantress. When he thought about it, it made sense.

"Richard?" He snapped back to reality by her voice. "You okay? You kinda zoned out."

"I'm fine." He stuttered.

Raven looked at him with a hesitating glare. "If you don't tell, I guess you'll be the test subject." She smiled.

Richard could feel sweat forming on his brow. He was about to rise from the chair but found his arms strapped down with black magic. "Raven!?" He cried.

"Calm down, it's not like I'm going to torture you." She stopped for a second. "Scratch that, I'm going to torture you." She smiled as a black feather appeared out of nowhere.

"Raven! No-!" He was stopped as the black feather found his chin, swirling around a few times. He bit his lip trying not to laugh, but it was too hard. His mouth opened to call out for her to stop, but laughter was the only thing that came out. "R-Rae-!" He couldn't stop laughing.

The black feather continued its work for another minute, before it stopped in order for him to breathe.

He gasped for air, tears of joy and panic in his eyes. He looked up at a smirking Raven. She seem to have forgotten all about the 'Teller spell'. He let out a teasing growl.

"Had enough Princie?" She teased. 'Princie' a nickname he got awhile back, at first he had totally been against it, but it only seemed to fuel the fire of it. She didn't stop the nickname though, and Richard had yet to find one just as embarrassing for her.

"Raven, stop. Please." He saw the fire in her eyes, she was enjoying this. But that only made his revenge plan even better.

"Why?" She smiled. "Give me one good reason to stop." As Raven turned around to show off her pride, Richard noticed that the grip on the black bindings became looser. As quick as he could, he jumped out of the chair. Raven just heard the sound of the chair hitting the ground, before she was turned around and pinned to the wall.

Richard held her wrists above her head while he kept his face only a breath away from hers. "I told you to stop…" She could feel that he was about to say more, so she kept quiet. "You have to obey your prince, Little Raven." She blushed at the nickname and Richard knew he found the perfect way for nickname revenge.

Raven opened her mouth to speak back, but Richard moved his face closer, they could feel their lips touching, not enough to be called a kiss, but enough to make Raven blush madly.

"No, no, Little Raven…" he paused. "Now, be a nice little bird." His lips meet hers. Magic suddenly exploded around them. The fire burned madly and threw light into the room. Some of the glass jars fell off the shelves, some empty bottles fell, and something outside crashed into the ground. They parted after a few minutes, and the look on Raven's face was everything she normally wasn't. Cute, shocked with wide eyes, bright red, cute, frustrated, confused, and cute. He wouldn't say that though, it would end up with his head in one of the jars.

"R-Richard?" She stuttered.

Richard started to regret his action, had he just ruined their relationship? Dear god he hoped not. "R-Raven, I'm sorry." He muttered as he looked down at the ground, he was about to apologize again, but suddenly.

Raven's lips meet Richard's again, more magic erupted around them, but the magic to them was currently at their lips.

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