(The Night Before The King's Second Wedding)
"My son is being too arrogant and defying the path I am making for him, Gwendolyn."
The witch rose from the bed, completely naked from head to toe. Her long, raven hair fell over the nipples of her breasts as the length caressed the curves of her waist. She moved close to the old king and gently touched the strands of his hair in comfort as the old king stood before the windows, arms crossed as he gazed up at the moon in thought.
"He would get married to the woman that is nothing but dust at his feet by dawn and this would mean the queen I gave him would be ignored completely by him."
The old king then turned to face the witch, bare naked before him.
"How can I stop this son of mine from making a big mistake?"
Gwendolyn moved her lips in thought before a wicked smile overtook her dark lips.
