The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119: The Audacity

"Where is your coat?" Arlan asked.

She gulped. "I happened to misplace it somewhere, I guess."

"Why did you not tell them you are from the Palace of Thistle?"

She cleared her throat awkwardly as she could not tell him the entire truth. "I didn’t wish to trouble His Highness..."

"...and wished to get beheaded instead." He sighed in annoyance. "Such an idiot."

If she had told them who she works for, they would not have dared to raise a sword at her so easily and the matter would be brought to him to resolve. As a royal servant, only royalty could decide how to punish her.

"Next time you are in trouble, do not hide it. I won’t like it if my personal aide gets killed without my knowledge. My people are only allowed to die in two ways: first, of old age, and second, by my own hands the moment they betray me."

He sounded scary but protective as well. Oriana didn’t feel scared but felt gratitude towards him.

"Understood, Your Highness, and... thank you for saving me tonight."

Arlan didn’t reply and continued to walk towards the main entrance of the mansion.

As efficient servants, Neil and Damien were already waiting for their master’s return and had the carriage prepared. Once they spotted the prince and their missing colleague, they led the prince towards the carriages ready to take them back to the royal palace.

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"Welcome back, Your Highness!"

When they reached the front yard of the Palace of Thistle, Oriana was able to personally experience being on the receiving end of the warm greeting. The royal servants lined up in perfect symmetry to welcome their arrival was a sight to behold despite it being late into the night.

Of course, the greeting was meant for the prince alighting from his carriage, still, it was an impressive thing to see.

Roman, being the butler at the forefront of the line, could clearly see the grave expression on his master’s face and wondered what had happened to displease him.

The Crown Prince wordlessly walked towards the main doors, not even reacting to the welcome greeting from the servants. He looked serious and no one dared talk to him.

Roman pointedly glanced at the three attendants who accompanied Arlan on the ball. He first needed to attend to his master’s needs; he was sure to ask what happened in the Milton Residence at a more convenient time later.

Before leaving, he instructed the three. "Go to your rooms and freshen up."

Oriana had to follow Roman upstairs as her room was on the second floor, not within the servant quarters. While walking, Roman clearly noticed the handprint on her fair delicate cheek but said nothing.

Oriana went to her chamber while Roman went to Arlan’s.