"oh my sweet Makayla, has his spell affected you that much?" the beast asks.
-my king, my love, come back to me- she says loudly.
"Sshhh," he whispers, "it's okay now, Makayla."
-stop calling me that, I know no 'makayla' only my love, the CatKing-

He shakes his head and realizes that he has more work to do.

*** special thanks to :icondeftmonkey: for the great pics and story ideas ***