The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107: He Is A Prince?

’The perverted brat is the owner of this palace?! A-A-A genuine prince?!

’Was I mistaken all this time? To think he isn’t some high official serving royalty, but in fact, a royal himself, maybe one of the King’s sons...’

Oriana gaped at the man standing in front of her.

And all at once, it was as if the small pieces of the puzzle began to form a clear image in her head.

’No wonder the Ahrens are so respectful to him...no wonder he is an esteemed guest of the Wimarks...’

Realizing how during their first meeting, she had stabbed a prince, Oriana felt like one life wasn’t enough to absolve her of her crimes.

That pair of blue eyes was looking at her playfully, as if their owner could read her mind, and she was in fact his delicious prey he could swallow anytime.

"My Lord?" She lowered her gaze immediately. "I mean, greetings, Your Highness."

"You don’t seem that happy to see me here," he said in a rather bland tone.

The other servants who heard those words had confusion and curiosity in their minds.

’Why is His Highness singling out the new attendant?’

’They seem to know each other?’

’Poor boy, His Highness loves to play pranks from time to time. Only Mister Roman is immune to it. His Highness didn’t know how many servants he had spooked into resignation throughout the years.’

The Palace of Thistle was akin to a fort composed only of Arlan’s most trusted people. With Arlan’s strict management along with his generosity, all the servants had absolute loyalty to the man. Many of them had been serving the prince since childhood, that was why even if a butler like Roman was left to run the household all by himself, no problem would ever occur within the palace.

At this moment, the royal servants had an attitude of watching a show, wanting to see what kind of character their new colleague was like.

The handsome youth with a headwrap, in their eyes, performed splendidly by falling on his knees.

"N-No, Your Highness. Apologies if I made you feel so. Please punish me!"

Oriana didn’t know what everyone else was thinking, but as a young woman who had survived the cruelty of the outside world, she knew based on experience that flattery and sucking up were a general weakness of all arrogant people.

And among those she met, wasn’t this brat the most arrogant?

"Punishment?" she heard him say. "You deserve it for sure."

Arlan walked towards his residence with two knights and his butler following him.

Oriana screamed inside, ’Wait, that was just lip service. I just said it for the sake of it. Is he really going to punish me? But for what?’

"Orian, follow us," Roman instructed, seeing her not moving from her place.

"Yes, Mister Roman."

She quietly stood up, dusted her pants and followed behind Roman. At this point, her thoughts were still in chaos, but she had to temporarily keep her worries aside and focus on work.

"You will observe me and learn. You will be the primary attendant and have to take care of the basic needs of His Highness."

"Yes, Mister Roman."

Meanwhile, the smirk on the handsome face of the Crown Prince of Griven was splendidly wicked.

’Punishment? Hmm! She sure deserves one. She had broken rules again and again, and caused countless troubles to the lord she served. What a bad servant. I wonder, how shall I punish her?’

Passing through the front door, Oriana caught sight of Arlan pausing in the middle of the spacious foyer, the grand staircase his background, and she realized that...indeed, such an ostentatious palace, it was befitting Arlan’s personality.

Homes were often reflections of their owners’ states, and Arlan was a walking, breathing piece of artwork.