"Oh you terrible wizard," said the queen from her bed, "you have bewitched me with your spells and potions, now I'm totally under your control."
"I assure you, Your Highness, the drink only contained mint tea to calm your humors," said the mystified wizard.
"No!" the queen arched her back and turned her head from side to side in a hair-tousling frenzy. "You have bewitched me. I know not myself, nor am I in control of my faculties and actions. This is sorcery!"
The wizard tried to calm her down.
"I have not used any magic on Her Highness. You must believe me. It was just mint tea."
The queen sat up and grabbed the wizard by the robes.
"Yes, you have cast a spell on me!" she hissed through gritted teeth. "I am under your control, and you can do with me as you wish. Then you'll cast a spell, so I forget everything."
The wizard looked at his eager queen.
"Yes," he said nodding slowly. "You're under my control, Your Highness- I mean, you're under my control, you little hussy."
"Oh!" said the queen falling back on the bed with her hand on her forehead. "I knew it. You rascal wizard!"
The wizard began to murmur some arcane words, and the bed sheets lifted off the queen's body.
Later that night, some said they saw strange lights floating around her bedchamber.
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