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Wasn't there a fairy tale that went like this once? Fetching herbs and vegetables in a forbidden place...? Maybe Magica had heard it once in her youth, but she couldn't remember all the details - nor did she care to. Sure, she wasn't "allowed" here, but what did she care? She needed these herbs more! After Donald and Mickey had destroyed all her plans with the Beagle Boys and the Beasts, this was all she had left. How pathetic.

She looked out towards the hills, spotting the lone mansion. Whoever lived there probably didn't need to pick herbs for a living... They probably had enough money to play and party as they pleased. She huffed in jealousy, continuing to pull at the grass.

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Longing for another woman? That made her snap the book a little bitterly.

"Typically, when it comes to mortals, dreams are just nonsense." She said quickly, trying not to show her real feelings. "But... if it's a repeating dream, with the exact same details over and over, it could be a premonition of the future."

He winced when she slammed the book shut. Why was she suddenly so irritated?

He didn't let his nervousness show. "What future would my dream point to if it were? And suppose the person in my dream was known to me..."

Maybe he lacked a little courage after all.

Damn!

She turned her back to him to put the book away in its proper place.

"The raven can't be ignored. As a symbol, it can mean many different things. Some see it as an ill omen, a harbinger of death... so maybe it's warning you to stay away from that woman."

She might be feeling a tiny bit petty.

"Never!"

Burst out of him without a second thought! "The mood in the dream has absolutely nothing threatening She smiles at me, she caresses the raven with affection. Maybe she' s complicated but I will never accept that she is simply evil!"

In his excitement, he stepped towards her and placed his hands on both sides of her so that she was almost trapped between him and the shelf. For a moment he didn't even notice the position. Until he realized that he was so close to her that he could feel the warmth of her body. His posture relaxed a bit but he didn't let her go until she realized she must be wrong. After all...

"It can't be, you understand? Because the woman in my dreams... is you..."

His smile seemed helpless. Slowly he began to understand how he felt about her. But he didn't dare to hope that she felt the same way. Carefully he bent forward and breathed a tender kiss on her cheek.

"You may be a witch, but I firmly believe you are more than that, Magica..." He stroked his thumb tenderly over the spot that his lips had touched and then let go of her. His gaze, however, remained focused on her eyes.

Magica sucked in air quietly as Scrooge dominated her personal space. For half a moment, she thought he was going to do something to her... and was surprised when she found herself disappointed that he didn't. Her face began to redden all over again. She looked away, struggling to find words.

His look was so intense, she feared she'd melt like ice if she gazed back for too long. "Is that why I'm really here?"

Scrooge nodded weakly. "At first. When the dreams began I could see nothing, and I was only aware that the person was the Witch of the Great Battle. I thought I was under a spell. I wanted to put an end to it by capturing the witch. "But as you stood before me I immediately saw that there was more to you than that, that we even resembled each other..."

Tentatively, he took her hand and lifted it back to his lips. "I did not want to let you go again. I couldn't..."

When he looked at her he felt this longing that haunted him every night. His eyes flickered to her lips and suddenly he felt a strong urge to kiss her. It would be so easy, she couldn't avoid it...

Shocked at himself, he forced himself to turn his eyes away from her seductive lips and look into her eyes again. He mustn't frighten her. What should he do if she left him? He would not be able to cope, he felt that. Still he did not want to force her to stay with him if it was unpleasant for her.

"Are you... happy here with me, or do you still feel like a prisoner?" She had not yet decided which position she wanted to take in his city.

For a short moment an image appeared in his mind's eye that she, dressed in noble garments, stood beside him and ruled...

The blush reached so far that it even began to tint her neck. She hated how she must have looked, but all of this was so new to her. She barely knew what to think. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, needing time to catch her breath and tried to settle her rapidly beating heart.

"... I don't feel like a prisoner."

He noticed of course that Magica turned red. But he lacked the experience to estimate what it was. Maybe he just made her nervous but not for the reasons he wished. Still, her answer calmed him a little.

"I am very happy to hear that. Let me know when you decided what you want to do in the future. And if none of the positions in my city suit you, I would be happy to have you stay by my side and let me learn from you nonetheless."

A last intimate look before he prepared to leave the room again. Outside, he leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and put his hand on his heart beating like crazy.
How did she manage to unsettle him like that, by her mere presence?

How did he expect her to get any reading done after that?! She covered her face with her hands, feeling like am embarrassed little girl. Romance was so foreign to her, she didn't know how to handle it... but at least she wasn't afraid of it.

She wasn't sure what her future would be, but she was no longer worried about it.

It was again a few days later. After his conversation with Magica, his dream now continued. He could reach her and take her in his arms. But even though dream Magica smiled at that, he still couldn't understand her words.

And the longing for her grew stronger after every night.

His thoughts kept circling around her. He tried hard to fulfill his duties as regent, but it was hard for him not to be near her. Whenever he met her by chance in the castle, he took the time to talk to her. Her voice and her smile brightened his day and after that he could go to work with new energy.

Carefully he tried to find out what she felt. When they were together, he would touch her familiarly on the arm or let their shoulders bump together when they stood close. He tested whether she was repulsed by his proximity. He did not want to press her in any way.

And yet, after some time, the dream hug turned into a tender kiss and finally it ended up with him kneeling in front of her and holding up a ring. But he had never dreamed how she would react.

One day he stood in front of the mirror and saw that there were no doubts left. He had completely fallen in love with her. It was time to be brave and talk to her before these repressed feelings drove him crazy. If she didn't feel anything for him, it was better to find out now before he couldn't live without her anymore.

He knocked on the door of her "witch kitchen"

"Enter."

Within, Magica was working on her latest project. Her cauldron was bubbling hot, and a few opened books were strewn about here and there. She didn't look up as he entered, as if she knew he'd be the one.

"Something you need, Scrooge?" Once upon a time, it would have sounded sarcastic or rude. But now this was a genuine question.

He almost answered her question with "you". But perhaps it was better to proceed a little more thoughtfully.

For a moment he watched her busy at work. Highly concentrated on her books and the cauldron. He loved the way she crinkled her brow when she was thinking. Or the way her eyes lit up with enthusiasm. He sighed deeply.

Yes, he got it bad.

"I... wanted to talk to you about something... but I don't want to disturb you." He started carefully. It wouldn't be good to discuss this in front of the door. After all, his life depended on how that conversation went...

Scrooge had to admit to himself that he was afraid. Perhaps for the first time in his life.

She shook her head, adding a sprinkle of something or other before fully turning to face him.

"I'm nearly done here. All it needs to do is keep boiling. Whatever it is you need, I'm all yours." Naturally, she remained oblivious to how her words sounded.

Scrooge, on the other hand, was very aware of it, and his face was clearly coloured red. If she knew that was exactly what he wanted.
How could he possibly begin? How do you tell someone you love them?

In Scrooge's head the thoughts raced while he looked lost in Magica's friendly smiling face. He could not take his eyes off her as he walked towards her, searching for words. He was only a short distance away from her. "Magica... I think I..." He began a little helpless.

But suddenly his feet hit a thick book that he hadn't noticed, fixated on her as he was. With a little cry he fell forward. He squeezed his eyes together as he expected a hard impact. But he landed relatively painless on something soft and warm. Slightly perplexed by the fall, he shook his head and straightened up. Only to look directly into Magicas wide open eyes.

Time seemed to stand still...

Never before had he been so close to her. She was so beautiful, her eyes like fire... His breath quickened and his heart beat wildly. But suddenly everything seemed so simple.

Heaven I love her so much...

He thought to himself, bent forward and caught her lips in a tender kiss.

Until his mind caught up with him...

He backed away from her, startled, and tried to jump up. But in his hectic pace he lost his balance and landed very clumsily on his backside. He could have sunk to the ground in shame. First he landed on her, kissed her and now this. he had to look like the last fool.

Ashamed, he just sat there on the ground. Now he'd ruined everything anyway.

Magica had a similar reaction - backing away, surprised, blushing and landing on her tail. Her cheeks were doing the classic blush all over again, her fingers touching her lips.

A long moment of silence passed. Was she waiting for him to say something, or trying to figure out what to say herself?

"... I've... never seen you behave so clumsily."

He looked up when he heard her words. That she teased him instead of running away gave him courage and hope.

Down on all fours he bridged the distance between them and held her tightly in his arms.

"You keep making me do things I never done before..."

He began without reproach in his voice. They were simple facts. He let go a little bit to look her in the eyes. Gently, he took her face with both hands.

"You make me feel things I never felt in my life."

He gently caressed her beak with his. No kiss, just a gentle gesture of affection. "I shouldn't have ambushed you like that, it wasn't right..." He looked intensely at her eyes. No one could have separated him from her side at that moment.

"But I love you, Magica..."

He kissed her hand gallantly as always. "I wish for nothing more than you by my side. Please be mine."

For a long time, Magica said nothing. But unlike before, she was forcing herself to look at him. No more cowardly averting her eyes and trying to think of excuses.

"So in other words... you were the prisoner long before I was." Now there was more confidence in her voice, less shyness. Her fingers linked up with his, embracing his touch. "The richest man in the world still needs to buy a clue... I was already yours too."

"Magica..." His voice was nothing more than a whisper, so overwhelmed was he by the feelings that suddenly came over him.

He embraced her body and pushed her carefully backwards so that she lay under him. He smiled mischievously as he bent over her again. "That means I have permission to kiss you, doesn't it?"

His fingers still connected to hers, he pressed her hands gently to the ground beside her head. Without really holding her down, it was just a playful gesture.

"You didn't have it before, why ask now?" But now it was easier to tell she was absolutely teasing this time, a hint of a smile on her face.

Even better - she didn't wait for him to answer, and kissed him instead.

He let himself sink deeply into the kiss before he separated from her again to speak. His heart was beating so fast that he feared it would burst and he was dizzy with happiness. Of course he realized she was teasing him. Still he answered honestly.

"I told you you made me do things I had never considered before. Kissing you without your consent was wrong. This time I wanted it to be right. Wanted to make sure you desire it as much as I did..."

He leaned over to kiss her again. The feeling was addictive. "I love you with everything I am. You are my destiny, I've felt it since the first time I saw you..." A long, longing look.

"Please become my wife..."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a gold ring. It was shaped like a raven's feather, studded with Magica's favorite gemstone, a ruby. "It doesn't have to be now, we can be engaged as long as you want. But the certainty that one day you will stand by my side gives me everything."

Why wait? Everything else had happened so fast. She did give it some thought, but only for a brief moment.

She snatched the ring, inspecting it up close, and then easily slid it onto her finger. "Then now you have everything, and so do I."

He must have looked a little bewildered as he watched her slip the ring on, just like that.

Had he been poisoned again and was now hallucinating?

He got up from the floor, grabbed her hands and pulled her up with him. He held her hand with the ring on her finger and looked at it for a while. His mind struggled to understand that this was real.

Then he looked up and looked into her smiling, albeit somewhat amused face. She was so coquettish, so confident, so absolutely wonderful... Wordlessly, he raised her hand to his lips and kissed the ring.

Then suddenly, he lifted her onto his arms.

"My wife..."

He whispered still a little incredulous. His mind could not cope anymore for a moment.

He kissed her and in this touch all his feelings and his passion for her vibrated.

"Bedroom"

He murmured and immediately went in that direction. Magica on his arms didn't seem to mind at all, she was already busy undoing the buttons of his collar...

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