• "Hmmmmm..........." the prince thought for a moment, and wrinkled his nose, as if trying to draw the memory from deep within the pools of his mind. "Beautiful. She was very beautiful," he said, finally. The king nodded, and said nothing, waiting for his son to go on. "She was wearing a mask of silver and red feathers, but... Those eyes! They were as bright as rubies and they were all I could seem to look at. It was all so... romantic. It was out in the rose garden, oh you know how I love that place, and the wind was blowing the petals from the flowers in the air... She was sitting out there, holding a single rose in her delicate hands. She was waiting for me, I could tell. And then, when I came near, she called my name! Her voice was so beautiful, it nearly made my heart stop!" The prince beamed at his father, who smiled back halfheartedly. "And tell me son, did he happen to look at the sky?" The prince frowned. "Yes... Just for a moment. The moon was red. It was very beautiful, I remember. She wore all red, you know." The King gave his son a worried look. "Son... I believe this one you say you have fallen in love with... is a witch."