Which Princess?

Most people who looked upon her would never venture to guess that Princess Mirel was descended from a long line of witches. Why would they, indeed? The average princess would never lock herself in a dungeon devoting hours of her day to concocting a potion to cure warts instantly, or mastering a spell to disguise one’s naturally green skin a more acceptable pigment for humans. The whole ordeal first began when Mirel’s five times great grandmother, Vaila, cast an enchantment that deceived a king into marriage. The woman, whom the king perceived as a great beauty, was actually a talented, but ugly witch. Sometimes, Mirel contemplated giving up the entire deception shtick, and allow her people to see her as she truly was. But then she thought of her darling betrothed, Prince Sterling, a gallant young man from a neighboring kingdom. What self respecting Prince would risk his life slaying dragons in defense of a green skinned, wart covered witch? Better to keep the status quo, she thought, tossing another eye of newt into her bubbling cauldron.