Falling for the Enchantress (To Win a Dark Heart #9)

Prologue

Ihad worn many faces and been known by many names in my five hundred years. Morgan, Morrigan, Morgana, Morgaine. I was all and none of these.

After I saved the life of King Arthur and carried his sleeping body to Avalon, the Lady of the Lake rewarded me with immortality. If eternal life can be considered a reward. Watching my loved ones wither and die, time and again, until loving anyone at all felt impossible.

Centuries passed, and my burden turned into a curse.

Unable to stay in any one place for too long, lest my affliction be recognised by the common-folk, I took to travelling from coven to coven, never straying beyond the borders of the Royal Forests.

As High Priestess, I was well-known and respected among my own kind, but to the common folk my existence was little more than a myth.

A bedtime story to frighten misbehaving children.

If I were to be discovered, it would have meant death by fire, drowning, hanging—or some cruel new method devised by the prince’s executioner.

Practicing magic of any kind was the height of treason. Hiding in plain sight became my greatest magic trick.

Until the day he arrived.