The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121: Friends’ Talk

Oriana bowed. "Greetings, Your Highness."

"Who is wasting time? I was just trying to know this brave servant of yours," Arthur replied and then looked at Oriana. "I am Arthur Clarence, your master’s good friend."

She kept her head lowered. "Glad to meet you, Lord Clarence. I am Orian, His Highness’s primary attendant."

"If you won’t come upstairs this very instance, I will throw you out of the window. I am sure the House of Clarence will love to see their son crippled," Arlan’s voice once more reached them before the prince turned to leave. His blue eyes clearly showed displeasure.

Arthur didn’t feel threatened. Instead, he shrugged his shoulders."Always empty threats."

He patted Oriana’s shoulder. "Anyway, last night was fantastic, Orian. You are already quite famous in our circle. I’d love to chat more but I have to go before your crazy master loses his brain entirely. He seemed to be already on edge."

Oriana wondered what he meant, but Arthur was already on his way.

’On edge?’ She recalled the way Arlan looked so serious when she looked up at him just now. ’Is he in a bad mood today? Who offended him? Or was it because of last night?’

Feeling puzzled, she walked downstairs and went to the dining hall of the servant quarters. She felt embarrassed to see the other servants working, some of them since early morning. She expected to get displeased gazes from them but no one looked at her like that. Instead, she realized they offered her smiles and nods whenever their gazes met.

’What’s happening?’

When she went to the empty dining hall, a passing manservant who was part of the kitchen staff came to her. "Try that smoked red snapper. It’s the best dish of the day."

"Ah, thank you."

He then helped her get the remaining food from the pots on her plate.

"We got to know what happened last night at the ball," the servant said as he raised two thumbs up. "You did well. That Young Lord of Milton deserves it."

Oriana didn’t know what to say and simply lowered her head to eat. A hint of a smile appeared on her face. Maybe it was because the smoked dish was indeed well-made, but she felt today’s morning meal was particularly delicious.

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Meanwhile, inside the study of the Crown Prince.

Arthur entered the study and saw his friend drinking tea behind his desk.

"Woke up from the wrong side of the bed, Cromwell?" Arthur said as he put the scrolls in his hand on the mahogany table.

Arlan leaned back in the chair and looked at him. "Did you take care of it?"