Don’t judge me

On the eve before dawn
There stood a man
Tall and broad
He came to this land in search of a witch
A witch that is renowned
He needed a potion to wake a sleeping princess, cursed by another witch
As the snow covered his tracks
He walked into the woods with his blade drawn
He knew there could be a fight
Moving forward, he stumbles
Stumbles upon a cabin under the sun
It could be hers
As he moves closer, he could see the door was opened
Edging in
The hairs on the back of his neck, stand strong
The air smelled of rotting flesh
He opens the door and steps inside to find her, laying on the floor
Blood painted the walls
There was a note on the table
The note read:
"Sorry that you came a bit late, soldier. You didn't make it in time. You see, I have been watching you and the princess for some time. That princess is going to take the throne as queen, when her father passes. She is a tyrant child. I can't be having that. The witch was just an obstacle. No hard feelings."
The witch was dead.

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