"When I asked for your hand in marriage, I promised you I would always protect you. I cannot choose me over you. Because if you were at my place, you would have done the same," Magnus asserted while gently resting his chin above her delicate shoulder.
"Do you still feel weak?" Alora asked.
"Yes, I do," Magnus admitted.
"Then, you should drink from me," Alora offered. "Since you said my blood could even cure the poison in one's body, so you should not hesitate to drink it," she opined and pulled away from him. However, their eye contact didn't break.
Magnus didn't refuse it. He felt that the blood supplies present in the room could not heal him as fast as Alora's blood could. But he had some hesitation too.
"What happened?" Alora asked. "What did you start thinking?" She attempted to study his face.
