As Oriana savored another sip of tea, a subtle smirk played on the corner of her lips. Gently gulping the tea, she spoke, "Reflecting on what you said that night and my subsequent conversation with Queen Julien, I've come to acknowledge that my family is at the root of the Royal family's suffering. I've decided to take responsibility and acquiesce to your demands."
"Do you think I'll fall for your words?" scoffed the witch. "Don't play games with me, or I'll immediately punish someone from the royal family for your..."
"You never seem to listen to the whole story, do you?" Oriana interrupted.
"What do you mean?" the witch inquired.
"I'm not naive enough to surrender my body to you just like that, letting my soul perish, okay?" Oriana responded. "I'm still young and want to live my life. Like you, I want to be with Arlan, as I love him. There's no way I'd let go of the man I love and the life I cherish."
