[ WP ] Our hero walks into a beautiful small town in a far away kingdom . He finds that every man in the town is blindly in love with the beautiful girl and would do everything for her . When he finally meets her , he realizes that she is an ugly , old , powerful witch .

The knapsack bounced gently on Toli's shoulder, he was much more suited to the weight than that of King. Royal family. A joke, the whole thing, he had no idea how to rule, and no amount of lessons in dinner etiquette and handshaking would change that. He preferred the life of a wanderer, barely living but on excitement and hunger. Now *that* was something he could sit in a class for. 
 
 The road crested before the final stretch, revealing a town that gave him pause to stop, and admire. *Now this you would n't get at home* he thought, amazed. 
 
 And hungry. 
 
 The last stretch, as it turned out, was to be no steady march. His stomach growls turned seemingly every head along the road in, and with a slight grin of abandon, Toli decided to sprint the last few paces, arms up at the palisade gate in victory. And more looks. 
 
 He stopped a weathered young man on horseback leaving, `` Excuse me'' he coughed, lowering his voice. People might still recognize him, he was n't quite out of the country yet, ``'Scuse me, milord, d'you know where I can get a bite in this bleedin' place?'' *Perhaps a little too thick. * 
 
 The young man looked at Toli dazed, as though he had been interrupted from the most beautiful daydream and was wondering what to do with full consciousness `` Oh, hello. A bite? Ah! You'll be wanting the Queen's Leg, just up the road and right, big sign, bare leg, ca n't miss it.'' 
 
 Before Toli could figure out a rude way to thank the man, he had kicked his horse to a canter, nearly knocking Toli down. *Odd fellow. * 
 
 As he made his way to the tavern, praying that the Queen's Leg in question was not his mother's, Toli noticed the same dazed expression on most of the faces in the town. Most all were male, though some women had the same. There seemed to be no correlation. They looked in a stupor, some humming or whistling unknown tunes, some unaware of what was in front of them, bumping into every manner of obstacle, be it cart or horse or trough. He made a mental note to move on quickly, and stop for the night at the next place with a roof. And no-one smiling so. His stomach shouted. 
 
 Toli turned the corner and glanced at sign-height, read'The Queen's Leg' and quickly entered before his eyes could find said leg and identify. 
 
 As he began bracing himself by way of slouching and lowering his gaze, Toli noticed something even more peculiar. The tavern had one barman, three barmaids, and what looked like an old woman playing dress up as a barmaid. All the eyes seemed fixed on her rather than the other, younger women, and within the time it took for Toli to sit and ask for a meal, two fights had broken out over tables with eyeing-up differences. No-one else moved. *I'll probably have to play every second carefully, if I want to get out of here alive. * 
 
 `` She's gorgeous is n't she?'' The barmaid come to serve him noticed him staring, misunderstood, `` I hear she's the most beautiful for 4 leagues, any way you travel. Though she's obviously not.'' *She is n't affected? * `` She's the most beautiful woman I ever did see in the whole *world*!'' The barmaid sighed dotingly, staring at the old woman and spilling the drinks on her tray. She had n't noticed. It seemed his order would n't be seen to by anyone in this place with the woman holding all their attention. *It's a wonder the place even functions with this lot. * 
 
 Toli's stomach gave thunder to the room, so much so that a few of the men even looked round for a second, before remembering where they were and turning back to their beloved. *So much for needing subtlety. * Toli began formulating a plan to steal food from the kitchens when he saw the frail old thing looking at him, livid. 
 
 He panicked. *Ca n't panic, for all I know she'll set them on me for not being obsessed with her. Think. * Toli put on his best fallen-in-love face, which he recalled by thinking of the time he was smacked in the face by the hilt of a fencing sword, as the woman posing as a barmaid approached his table. She upturned the drinks on the actual barmaid's tray with a smile as though to a small child, and gently led her to another table before coming back to serve Toli. The barmaid just gazed at her from the other table, stroking where her back had been touched in wonder. 
 
 `` Anything I can get you, love?'' The fear in Toli's heart fought with the hunger in his stomach. And lost. `` Yeah, I'll have a- the works please.. love, and might I put a name to such a perfect face?'' The woman giggled, a death rattle. `` Call me Tevina, my prince, sure there's not anything else you'd like? I could always sneak you something more nourishing if you wanted.'' *She's good, royally trained in seduction. A spy? No, what spy would crave such attention? What person could even manage such attention? * `` That's a lovely name, though I'm no prince Tevina. I s'pose that'll be all... how's your ale?'' *How does she know I'm a prince? * 
 
 Tevina seemed disappointed, `` It's.. best in all the land, your princeliness.'' Toli gave up trying to place her. Best leave her known as just'dangerous' and move on. `` I'll have a mug, then too please, darling, and I'd appreciate it if you did n't call me that. The real prince might hear and kill us.'' *Wait a minute... No, it could n't be. Could it? * Tevina laughed. `` It'll take more than a prince to kill me your *lordship*'' 
 
 *Witch. *
