After saving her life, the witch gave the prince a magic shield.
“This will come between you and any that might harm you,” She said, smiling.
On the battlefield, it worked even better than she’d promised, seeming to move on its own. But he saw its true value when he came home, and it fell from its rack and onto an assassin.
After that, he wore it everywhere, and trust those around him less. He refused to see kith and kin, and violently resisted their attempts to separate him from it.
The witch’s proclamation had been a curse, after all.

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