The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 101

Chapter 101: Absolute Obedience

Inside the Palace of Thistle, the royal residence of the Crown Prince of Griven.

Arlan’s butler, the gentle-looking Roman, walked inside the study where the Crown Prince could be seen working all by himself. It was nighttime, and his administrative aides had long retired to their own homes.

Multiple ornate lamps illuminated the large room, causing the entire study to be as bright as day. This was clearly the preference of the Crown Prince who disliked the darkness of the night.

Roman put the tray he brought on the table and silently served tea for his hardworking master. Arlan stopped writing and accepted the tea.

"Your Highness, I have received news from the royal chamberlain. The new servants will be arriving at the palace tomorrow morning. Out of them, one is appointed to the Palace of Thistle." _{freeweɓnovēl.coɱ}

Arlan nodded as he swirled the contents of the tea cup in his hand. He felt a little exhausted after dealing with seemingly endless paperwork, but the news Roman brought washed away his fatigue.

"You must be relieved that a new servant is coming to share your burden of serving me."

Roman lowered his head. "Serving you is not burdensome, Your Highness. If I made you feel like that, please punish me."

"You want punishment?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Then stand with your head on the floor and legs up in the air."

"Yes, Your Highness." The man in his thirties kneeled on the ground, positioning his arms to carry the weight of his body, and was about to raise his legs up in the air when—

"Stop it, stop it," Arlan said with a groan. "When will your brain learn to differentiate between a real order and leg-pulling?"

"For me, every word of Your Highness is an order."

Arlan pressed his temple. "Really? Then go and jump out of that window."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Without even batting an eyelid, the butler walked towards the window. The prince’s study was on the second floor of the palace building, and if Roman truly jumped down, he would no doubt break one or two bones.

"Roman Chadwicke!" Arlan roared when the butler opened the glass windows and stepped on the sill. "Step away from that window and close that right now!"

His butler obediently did as told.

Roman’s absolute obedience was indeed Arlan’s nemesis. "Make sure to ask what your mother ate when you were in her belly—"

"Yes, Your Highness."

"—and let me know so that I can warn my future wife what not to eat when she is with child."

"Yes, Your Highness, and I am glad that you are considering having a wife and children."

"You didn’t get the insult?"

"If my faults can pave a way to help the future wife and offspring of Your Highness, then I must say it is an honor rather than an insult."

’I can never win with this servant of mine. Thankfully, I stopped this insane man before he jumped out of the window.’ Arlan let out a frustrated sigh. "Make sure to train that new servant well."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Hearing his answer, the Crown Prince had a bad premonition. Arlan could only hope Oriana would not learn strange things from his unhinged butler.

"You can leave."

Once his butler left, Arlan leaned back in the chair, shaking his head at the unbelievable thing that almost transpired. If he stopped him a second too late, Arlan would once again be forced to use his powers just like he did with Oriana.

’Just one more sleepless night, then my nights will be free of nightmares from now on.’ He closed his eyes, a satisfied smile on his handsome face.

’Once a hunter catches his prey, there is no escaping fate. It is up to his will whether to butcher or to tame the hunted.

’Once that silly village girl enters the Palace of Thistle, she officially becomes my possession and... I plan to be a very good master to my new pet.’

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