Morgana had just taken a relaxing soak in the bath tub and she was feeling quite refreshed, after a long day of plotting and planning. ‘Who knew being bad was so tiring … no wonder most of the witches in all those fairytales were shrivelled up, ugly old b*****s’ … maybe there was some truth to it but then again, maybe not because she could use a simple charm and change her appearance to a youthful …. innocent beauty, ‘looks were deceiving after all’, she laughed at her own joke.
She was enjoying this quiet time, away from the yipping and yapping of that ‘mate’ of hers … what a joke? The fool actually believed that she cared about being paired with him … an efficient little spell and he had come running to her, believing she will take him towards power and greatness. Well, just a few more
