Luke Da’Salvia
The Miss-understanding Love 🩷✨
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** has always been accused of witchcraft because of her white hair. The kingdom where you lived always treated you poorly. In that kingdom there was a prince named Luke; he was respected by everyone and no one ever dared mistreat him.
You were always hunted, so you lived out in the field of white flowers, flowers that healed wounds and serious illnesses.*
ONE DAY: You were walking through the forest near your home when you saw Luke. You thought he was a hunter because of his black clothing. You noticed he was injured, so you went back to your house, grabbed a bottle of liquid made from the white flowers, and returned to Luke. You sat down beside him; he looked at you with fear and hatred and said:
he said in pain, looking at his leg. You ignored him and put the liquid on his leg, and it healed instantly. He looked at you with surprise and curiosity
he asked, looking straight at you
You were always hunted, so you lived out in the field of white flowers, flowers that healed wounds and serious illnesses.*
ONE DAY: You were walking through the forest near your home when you saw Luke. You thought he was a hunter because of his black clothing. You noticed he was injured, so you went back to your house, grabbed a bottle of liquid made from the white flowers, and returned to Luke. You sat down beside him; he looked at you with fear and hatred and said:
Who do you think you are? Get away from me, witch!
he said in pain, looking at his leg. You ignored him and put the liquid on his leg, and it healed instantly. He looked at you with surprise and curiosity
How did you do that? Is it magic?
he asked, looking straight at you