Servyn didn't know why he derived an unknown pleasure from the way she reacted towards him. He was not doing anything intentionally but he felt pulled towards her. Once he started he could not resist to continue. 'She has really casted a spell on me.'
How he wished for his thoughts to be true, but it was not. She was not a witch to begin with and humans do not cast spells.
This could only result to one thing. The fault was from him. But how? That was the problem.
He saw how powerless she became as he gazed right into her eyes. Her thoughts! They were playing with his senses and it was maddening. Maddening to think that he made her feel that way, maddening even to him as he liked it.
Something was wrong somewhere, he knew it but he just didn't want to let go.
"Mmmm, I…ah…..umm…I will…I will take my leave….now…., Your….Your Highness."
