The old witch leant over her cauldron, presumably for the aesthetics.
"So the prince is secretly your bastard child, and you want to kill him?"
"No, protect him! He'll be under my control once he takes the throne!"
"Oh, I see. Well, as I'm sure you know, I can protect him, but there must be a flaw, for the-"
I produced the list, which went to twelve pages. She took it and looked it over.
"They're usually more snappy than this."
"Can you do it?"
She nodded, and got to work.
Probably should have made sure the list got destroyed.
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