The Fake Mate 3

"I have talked to Ulva," Lady Margery told her son the woman she walked inside his study.

"It is late mother, why have you come?" he asked, ignoring his mother's previous remarks when she arrived.

"I just told you. I came here to inform you that I have talked to the Priestess."

"Well… thank you for informing me."

"Aren't you going to ask why I talked to her?"

"I know it's about the witches."

"So you are well aware," Margery narrowed her eyes towards her son. "And yet you are not changing your mind."

Drigo stopped writing and looked at his mother. "You came here to convince me to stop this?" This was probably the umpteenth attempt of his mother to stop him. "Aren't you tired mother?"

"Tired? I would never get tired of protecting you."

Drigo said nothing. Obviously, he was well aware that his mother had her own goals too.

"You came without your witches…" Drigo said. "Do you want me to walk you back to your palace?"