The Witch Didn’t Raise the Tyrant That Way

I possessed a character—a witch—destined to be burned at the stake by the very boy she ab*sed, who would later grow up to become a tyrant. By the time I realized my situation, the boy’s stepmother—soon to disappear from the story—had already dumped the budding tyrant into my care. “Commission poison for him? Use him for your experiments…?” Sure, the original witch might have hated humans, but me? I’m just an ordinary person who wants to live a long, quiet life! Sigh. Fine. I couldn’t risk sending the little tyrant-to-be to another witch who might actually ab*se him. The best I could do was raise him until he was old enough to fend for himself—and ensure he returned to the palace without ...