To be or not to be...

"To be or not to be...

...trapped in that infernal skull." 

Mortimer stared hatefully at his former prison.

"That old fool thought I could be contained. That old fool thought I would never be able to get out. But I beat his curse", Mortimer said, hissing the last part.

"It took five decades of careful unthreading and reforming his magic. After that I just had to wait for another vessel to appear and lift up my prison, enabling me to flow over".

Mortimer too further stock of his new body. "And luckily for me women of this age are allowed seats of power. For a moment I was afraid I had been granted a bad gift when I saw what kind of vessel I had been given. Then her memories told me that beautiful women can achieve many things just by luring men and entrapping them to their will. Imagine what I can do with magic that can enhance my so called "game"", he snickered. "Men will have no chance standing up against my feminine charms".

"Victoria! I´m home!", he heard someone call out from inside the mansion.

Mortimer gave the skull one last last look of hateful disdain before finally crushing it to fine dust with his dainty hand.

 

´Victoria´ brushed away the dust from ´her´ clothes and gave herself a look in the mirror. She looked stunning and she felt truly  satisfied about it. Before walking out to greet her very dear husband she blew a kiss to her mirror image and said:

 

"Let the Great Charade begin"