Lily’s POV
“Yes, there is a way to stop this, but that might cost your own life, dear princess.”
The man who spoke this to me was standing at the entrance of the fortress’s main building. He was short and old with a walking cane. His hair was messy and grey. Face wrinkled like a heavily dried apple which had been uncared for a long time. He wore a symbolic grey cloak revealing his identity as a warlock. And there was a red-headed young man standing right behind him with his head bowed in shame, being afraid to look at me.
The moment I saw them, I got to know they were Patrick and his father, who he had been talking so much about.
“What do you mean?” Skipping the part of greeting and ignoring Patrick’s betrayal, I asked the old warlock directly, as right now I had no time to deal with
