The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122: Why Are You Impatient?

The House of Clarence had given birth to generations of outstanding military men. The current Duke Clarence was one of the three generals of Griven, and his son, Arthur, was a lieutenant colonel.

Meanwhile, the main business of the House of Milton involved mining and weapon forging. That was the reason the two families, the Clarences and the Miltons, had a rather close relationship.

The Miltons were a powerful family with a strong hold at the royal court. If Arlan wanted the Miltons to receive proper punishment without causing friction among the aristocratic and royalist factions, Arlan had to prepare so there wouldn’t be any escape for them. For that his friend Arthur Clarence would be of great use.

"The testaments collected from the victim and the eye witnesses, these should be enough to find Walter Milton guilty for the attempted rape. Let us demand for a three-year sentence to prison, though I am sure the Count will plead to have it lowered to about a year. That is our bottom line. For the crimes of bribery and tax theft, add another year of imprisonment, but these can be negotiated with the Miltons paying a fine of two iron ore mines. In addition, Walter Milton will be disqualified from getting an official position in the future..."

After some time, a knock interrupted their conversation. Even before the person on the other side of the door could enter, a sweet scent already reached Arlan’s nose. He stopped writing on the parchment and looked at the door of the study.

Arthur followed his gaze towards the door.

Oriana entered with the freshly brewed tea for her master and his guest. Arthur glanced at his friend whose serious gaze was stuck at her.

"Enough of staring," Arthur commented with a playful glint in his eyes. "If you keep this up, who knows what rumors will pop out?"

Arlan looked at him with a displeased gaze and resumed his work. _{freeweɓnøvel.com}

This was Arlan’s first proper chance to observe Oriana after the incident last night. She carried herself really well, not a tinge of discomfort appearing on her face. Inside her room, she was whining and complaining with each step she took, yet now she was walking effortlessly with a heavy tray in hand. However, she could not hide the swelling on her cheek.

’She is good at hiding and bearing pain.’

"I brought tea for you, Your Highness and Lord Clarence," she said and walked towards the empty side table nearest the main desk.

She offered a cup to Arlan and picked up another one to offer Arthur. When Arthur sensed Arlan’s gaze on him, not sure why but he smiled at Oriana and told her, "Keep it on the table. I will take it when I wish to."

Oriana put the cup down and bowed. She was about to leave when she heard Arlan speak. "Orian."

"Yes, Your Highness?"

"Do you know how to read and write?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Go to the library next door. Tell Roman that I am giving you permission to browse the books. Make a list of all the dangerous plants and banned herbs you can find, as well as their descriptions, usages and locations, be it real or rumored."

"Huh?"

Oriana was taken aback. She was an attendant in charge of personally assisting the prince, not an administrative aide or a scholar. This was beyond her scope of work.