Her reply had been totally unexpected. Was she really the witch and was only trying to play tricks on him? But if she was really the witch, she wouldn’t have told him her name and still sit before him, looking as innocent as a lamb and eating the apple pie he had baked for breakfast.
Was it just a coincidence, or was there something else he wasn’t seeing. He felt that he should ask her where she was from, or how she had really gotten there, but he didn’t want to scare her. This was a precarious situation here. Any regular person would ask her those questions, but she didn’t even tell him anything and she didn’t seem like she wanted him to.
All he needed was a kiss.
That was what the witch had said. But now that he had found the girl, something about her seemed quite off.
She looked towards the door and looked away quickly. Hell he saw that! She looked like she was ready to flee the house.
No, that wasn’t the witch.
Why would the witch pretend to be unconscious so he could take her in the warmth of his house? Why would the witch sleep away through the night knowing that he could easily kill her while she was asleep? Why would the witch take the form of the most beautiful girl in the world and come to his house and risk being eaten by the monster? And again, why would she do all that and still look like a lamb in a wolf’s den, ready to flee at the slightest chance she got?
Except if she wasn’t the witch.
He raised his head and saw that she was watching him with a puzzled expression. What? Had he scared her?
“It’s a beautiful day!” He said and regretted it as soon as the words came out of his mouth.
Freya brightened up instantly. So wrong of her to have thought this nice short creature who had taken her in when she was unconscious, provided her with food and warmth and had asked no questions or for anything in return, was dangerous.
“Yes, it is!” She replied excitedly. “Can we go out and explore the fields, I haven’t been out in a while.”
How stupid of him to have thought he could keep her in his house till she fell in love with him. How stupid of him to have thought he could escape his destiny. How stupid of him to have thought he could protect her. How stupid of him to have mentioned the beautiful day to a girl who probably had been thinking of leaving the moment she got there.
But she couldn’t go out there!