The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130: Pledge

There was an old saying that when anger reaches a certain point, a person would become level-headed, like a calm before a storm. This was the first time Oriana realized the wisdom of that statement.

Her cool gaze tried to see through what kind of person her master was. He changed his behavior like a chameleon, and from the day she first met him, she had witnessed countless sides—no, maybe calling them masks would be more proper—of this royal prince bearing the name of Arlan Cromwell.

She had seen him playful and childish, serious and scary, sociable and gentlemanly, reliable and intelligent, even perverted and seductive.

’Which was the real him?’

She felt like she would never be able to understand him.

Satisfied by her reaction, Arlan moved back towards the table to refill his glass with wine.

"Is it still difficult to process what you need to do?" she heard him say after he downed his second drink.

A new mask. A normal mask.

Once again, she got that feeling that Arlan was no longer the man he was a few seconds ago—the man declaring she belonged to him—and wondered which side of him he would show now.

With slow steps, Oriana walked towards him until she was facing him.

"Please put down the wine glass, Your Highness. Otherwise, how can I remove your shirt?"

Arlan had already washed up after he arrived from the central palace, and was simply clad in casual indoor clothes. He was only wearing a single white shirt and a pair of long black pants.

Maybe because of her earlier anger, or perhaps due to her growing resentment against him, she no longer hesitated in removing his clothes. Her hands were steady as she unbuttoned his top and his sculpted upper body was presented in front of her eyes.

With the same steady countenance, she removed his belt and pulled down his pants, leaving him in his undergarment—a pair of comfortable trousers called braies.

After removing his boots, she put on the night robe on his body, not daring to stare at him even once, but she could feel his gaze on her, following her every movement.

Now that she had time to collect her thoughts, she was at least relieved that he didn’t ask her to remove her clothes. It was a misunderstanding she could afford. After all, the consequences of her identity as a woman getting exposed would be horrendous.

"Do you have more orders, Your Highness?" She stepped away from him with her head still lowered. "If that is all, I shall excuse myself from your presence."

"Not yet."

She didn’t dare raise her head, simply waiting for his next words.

"We are not done with your punishment yet."

After her anger outburst, Oriana was fatigued and drowsy. She wanted to get away from this man as soon as possible and enjoy the comforts of her bed. Though she felt exhausted, trusting he would never do anything immoral, she decided to obediently say, "I will accept your punishment, Your Highness."

"Very well."

His tone was satisfied that his unruly and stubborn servant learned to submit.

Oriana kept quiet as she watched the pair of bare feet move on the carpeted floor, seemingly walking in a circle around her.

"Every night, you have to make sure I sleep without trouble."

"Your Highness?"