Will she agree?

Delilah walked into her room in the hidden palace, about to plop on the bed after a tiring day, when she felt a familiar presence.

Her gaze averted to the corner where Ericson was kneeling before her. 

Her gaze flickered. 

If it had been anyone else, she would've indeed gotten angry and annoyed at the intrusion of her privacy, but seeing him, for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to get angry as she noticed his bleeding knees.

While he was a witch prince, for his sister, he was kneeling before her, and while magic was their forte, Delilah knew he wasn't faking this blood. 

"Please," Ericson murmured just one word, his chapped lips moving with difficulty. 

His complexion didn't look good either. He hadn't been drinking or eating anything, including their magical potion created by his mother Cecilia, which allows them to survive in the supernatural world and habitats other than the witch kingdom. 

Delilah clenched her fists.