The Starving Duke’s Witch Chef

I was a witch chef, sold for twenty silver coins to cure Duke Cassian’s fatal anorexia. Fail in a month, and I’d be roasted alive. One spoonful of my magic broth broke his fast instantly. To my shock, he recognized my witchcraft from the first taste—yet shielded me, even secretly crafting my wand. After a two-year separation, I returned to find him dying of starvation, waiting for my return. Can our love cross the line between witch and human?