"If the crown prince catches us working together in the library then I hope he can believe that I am a real witch. At least, I would be able to save myself from trouble," Alora said while cleaning the floor.
"I will just say that you cast your evil spell on me and I couldn't help but work with you only because of that," Alexander grinned.
"I wholeheartedly wish for the crown prince to believe that I am a witch," Alora said while gesturing her hands into praying.
"You do look like a witch. And, Alexander, you are still under the spell I guess. How about I get rid of the spell for you by killing this witch?" The crown prince's voice came from behind.
"He is a crown prince. Shouldn't he have more work to do? Why is he everywhere? I am done, I am done," Alora mentally cried.
