Sir Blackmore was a knight who's duty was to protect the Royal Family. Any threat to the crown was quickly eliminated. Recently however, there have been reports of a witch who lived in the nearby forest who helped those in need. Which was strange as witches didn't tend to help anyone without having a motive.
His Royal Highness King Funny Valentine was curious about the witch and ordered Blackmore to find out any information about her. Sir Blackmore went to the forest and soon came across the little cottage. He knocked on the door. He could hear shuffling about and then the door opened.
He was stunned by her. She had lovely e/c eyes and beautiful h/c hair. She looked intrigued by him. "Can I help you Good Sir?" She questioned him as she poked her head outside her door.
"Are you the kind witch that people have been talking about?" Blackmore spoke with his usual slowness. The young woman threw her head back with an amused laugh that reminded Blackmore of jingling bells.
"Is that what they're calling me now? A witch? Well that's certainly better than hag or crone~ Either way what brings you to my doorstep" the girl said her eyes alight with a mischievous glow.
"I am Sir Blackmore, Loyal Knight of the Royal Family of Valentine. My liege, his majesty King Funny Valentine has heard tales of your acts of kindness. He sent me out to gather information on you and whether you could be an asset to the throne" Blackmore replied honestly.
"So the Valentines are still in power? Pity, I was hoping their reign would have ended by the time I returned to this dimension" the young witch said with a frown, her words were more for herself then for Blackmore. "Well I'm sorry for all the trouble it was for you to come out here Sir Blackmore but my answer is no. I refuse to pledge an allegiance to that tyrant Valentine" she added gravely.
Blackmore was confused by her. What was she talking about? Dimensions? What on earth was that? And why did she have a problem with the Royal Family? Whatever the case was. He wasn't going to leave.
Something about her was just so mysterious. He wanted to know more about her. Why did she help those in need when she had never to gain from it? What was her issue with the Royal Family? And what in the world were dimensions?
"If its alright with you can I stay for a while and rest up?" Blackmore asked trying not to sound desperate. The witch sighed and opened her door allowing him inside her home. Blackmore stepped inside and looked around her humble little cottage. There were spells books scattered around along with some ordinary books. He spotted herbs in jars on the windowstills. The windows were opened a crack allowing a small breeze and the sounds of nature to enter inside the cottage. There were curtains with strange patterns tied up above the window.
She had a few chairs around a table that had cushions and looked comfortable. She went to her fireplace and stirred something that was inside a pot with a wooden spoon. "I was just making some stew if you would like some Sir Blackmore." She asked turning her head to face. Blackmore could smell the stew, it smelled so good. His mouth was watering at the smell and sight of the stew. "If there is enough for me." Repiled Blackmore. The witch nodded then lifted the pot up being careful not to spill any and placed it down on a small table.
She gathered up two bowls and two spoons and placed them on the table. "My name is (Y/n) in case you were wondering." She said as she brought the stew over and filled the bowls with stew. So the kind witch's name was (Y/n)? Well it suited her, a beautiful name fitting a equally beautiful young lady. "If you promise not to tell the King who I am. You can come and visit me again if I am not too busy."
Blackmore slowly ate the stew then left. He reported to King Funny that there indeed was a kind witch living in the woods. But she wasn't interested in helping the Royal Family. He didn't mention her name. Blackmore went to the library and checked all the history books. Nothing he read said anything about (Y/n). Blackmore was puzzled by this, the way she had acted when she spoke about the Royal Family would make one think that they had done something to her. But then again History books were always written by the winners. In any case he was gonna visit (Y/n) tomorrow, he had to admit he was excited about seeing her again.
Over the next few weeks Blackmore would make daily visits to (Y/n) bringing her small gifts and trinkets, they would talk and eat and maybe even go on a walk together if the weather was good. Occasionally he happened to visit when someone come by for help and would be able to see her in action. She spoke gently and always assisted those in need and they usually in turn werr happy for the help and gave her food and sometimes money. Usually, however on one such occasion a rather rude man came by and demanded that she make him a love potion. She refused repeatedly and kept insisting that the man leave. He argued with her and became more agressive then slapped her hard and called a worthless wench. She then used her magic to force the rude man out and kept on insisting she was fine despite her red cheek. After they had finsihed the usual chat, Blackmore immediately went and found the man. He brought an painfully end to his wrenched life making him suffer for hurting (Y/n).
Even though (Y/n) called them friends, Blackmore knew that his feelings went beyond friendship. He wanted to be court (Y/n) then eventually become her husband. He loved every little thing about (Y/n), and wanted to protect her smile. He may not understand why she didn't like the Royal Family or what dimensions were. But he couldn't care less at this point. All that mattered was (Y/n) and sure he had a duty to the crown but King Funny Valentine was willing to allow him to marry (Y/n).
Blackmore deciced that he would wait for now and see if he could get (Y/n) to fall in love with him. If she didn't then he would just have take her away from her little cottage and keep her locked away from this dangerous world undesevering of her and her kind nature.