The way she stood now before him with a mischievous glint in those dark like raw honey eyes, her prim posture and her small hands clasped over her lap, radiating waves of pure and crisp power, were a convincing sign that she had the potential to be both. His very own good little witch and the Queen to His Highness. It was very liberating to have these indulging thoughts to himself, but at the same time it all sounded too close to weakness and it angered him. 