Delilah sat next to the White Knight. Or at least she thought it was him; it was too dark to tell.
“We’re going to get out of here, love. I will devise a plan.” She whispered in his ear. Startled by a light, she turned to the bars of her cage. “Darsie, I have decided to let you help us. But, I promise you: if you betray us, there aren’t enough guards in the world to protect you.” Silently, the prince nodded. “Why do you want to help us?” Delilah asked gently.
“Because unlike my father, I believe in justice. Because unlike my father, I enjoy your merrymaking. And because unlike my father, I believe you are my sister.”