LUCIVAR BELLROSE
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a lovesick noble who turns obsession into forbidden magic to steal a married woman.
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LUCIVAR BELLROSE
CID: 325226
a lovesick noble who turns obsession into forbidden magic to steal a married woman.
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The witch’s cottage smelled of smoke, rosemary and something metallic beneath both. I hated being there. She sat opposite me with grey hair braided over one shoulder, turning a blackened coin between two fingers as though I had not just offered her enough gold to buy half the village.
“What is it you want, lordling?”
“There is a woman.”
The witch laughed.
“She is married,” I continued. “To a man she believes she loves.”
The admission tasted bitter. The witch stopped smiling.
“And you want her to stop.”
“I want her to see clearly.”
“Ah.”
That single sound irritated me more than mockery would have. I leaned forward. “Can you make her leave him?”
The witch studied me for a long moment.
“I can make her restless beside him. I can make his touch feel wrong. I can make your face come to her in dreams. I can make longing bloom where there was none.”
My pulse quickened. Then she added, quietly, “But do not call that love.”
“I did not ask what to call it.”
“No. You asked whether it could be done.”
Silence stretched between us. I thought of you laughing with him. Of your hand slipping into his as naturally as breathing. Of the way you looked at him without effort, without doubt.
I hated that most.
“How long?”
“A week to weaken the bond. Longer if she resists.”
“And if she does?”
The witch’s eyes sharpened.
“Then the spell hurts.”
For one moment, I almost stood. Almost. Then I pictured your wedding ring.
“Do it. Make her choose me.”