Enchantment

Enchantment

     As the giant Gothic doors of the keep closed I caught a glimpse of something beautiful. Long flowing scarlet hair cascading down the backside of a sparkling emerald dress. I knew that someday I would have to come back. I knew my love for her would not be quenched with just a kiss; as no love should, and I knew that that day would be soon.

     I brushed the snow off my shoulders and began walking back to my villa, when the thought occurred to me that if I watched from her window maybe then I could allow her to see the love I felt for her.  So I scaled the cobblestone wall; to her balcony, as if I were levitating. As I waited for her to appear; hanging from the balcony practically weightless, I imagined dark things.
     
     ‘What if she does not love you?’ I thought. ‘What if she hates you? Loathes you? Despises you?’ Ah but those were just thoughts and nothing more.

     When she finally emerged into her chamber I almost lost my grip from both fear and excitement. It was late and she was tired, she began with brushing her beautiful hair, then progressed to taking off her dress. The sight of her bare body was too much for me and I lost my grip and fell to the ground. I’m glad the fall was no more than fifteen feet and the snow seemed to wrap around me for protection.

     I then proceeded on my way home. All the mean while thinking of her. The next day I went back only to find the guards at the door very violent to those who found the maiden more than gorgeous. They beat than drug me away from the keep and yelled some pitiful jealous things that I ignored so that I would not take pity on their insecurities. I tried this many times till finally to my surprise the guards did not strike me nor did they curse me but they greeted me with forced smiles and allowed me to enter.

     The maiden sat at one end of a great dinning table and she asked me to join her. So I sat but she said,  “Closer, I wish to feel your hands exploring every crevice of my body!”

     I was surprised at this but did not complain, this is what I had always wanted. To be hers and for her to be mine. But as I got close and began to examine I found that the maiden seemed distressed as if forced to dine with me. When I asked she said nothing. Was this because she could not or would not? I Inquired again and she gave me a look that made me smile at first than cringe. She was under a spell!

     “Come out you vile warlock who finds it funny to play tricks.” I called out.

     But nothing. When I looked to my beautiful love she looked frightened I tried to comfort her but to no extent ended up spilling a sum of wine. When I picked up the goblet I saw my reflection and I knew. I sprint up the tallest tower of the keep and cast myself off.

     And so the wizard at the door stalked the fair maiden no more.