The rest of the witches joined their leader in disapproval.
"We are not leaving until they share this land with us," one yelled from the back of the crowd.
"Yes, we are not leaving. We have been reduced to trash in the realm. Even the human realm is far better than us."
"Yes, how can we live so low?"
The princess listened to their words, then a smile formed on her lips. "The fae will lend you magic to improve your land. Then it will be as good as the upper plain. Your fighting now is disrupting the balance of magic and nature… You are disturbing the peace of the fae realm considering it's just a few distances away."
"You will lend us magic?" the leader screeched in surprise. Her black, rotten teeth were more visible as she widened her lips in laughter.
"Yes… but only in one condition," the princess's tone became serious.
"Ohh, what must that be?" The witch's eyes danced with mischief.
