บท 162: A Witch Surgeon

Serenica wanted to know more details, but she was left in the dark about the exact form of this suppose plan. Soon she had to part with the Dreamer, too, as he sailed to meet his mother.

He sat on the edge of her bed.

"I don't want to show it to you," he said with a dark chuckle. "But you can see what is left of your right eye if you like. I know us witches can be morbid sometimes."

"I think I will pass," Serenica said and laughed. "But you are correct, we can be strange. I could be somewhat satisfied with a kiss, though."

He kissed her slowly, with the passion and patience of a thousand poets.

When their lips parted, both partners had tears in their eyes.

"When will we meet again?" the prince asked her.

"I was going to ask you the same question."

"When it will be safe for us to do so. I suppose."

"I can't stop missing you if that is the case." Serenica sighed.