The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138: You Plan To Run Away?

Adam soon returned with a basket filled with plants and the three of them once again started working. Though Erich did not specify exactly what disease the King of Griven was suffering from, he taught Oriana about the uses and effects of the medicines they were concocting. Oriana learned concepts about herbs and their properties never explained in books before, more things from Erich Winfield which would help her in her dream of becoming a physician like her master.

Before she knew it, it was almost sunset.

As she returned to the Palace of Thistle, the long walk allowed her to ponder about the questions her master raised about herself.

Magic...

Her family...

From time to time, Oriana indeed longed for her birth parents, but she could not bear to burden her sick grandfather with questions.

Was it possible she inherited her ability to wield magic from her mother? Her father? What about her grandfather? Could Phil use magic too? After all, if she could keep her magic a secret from him, why could her grandfather not do the same?

’Maybe I should ask Grandpa about magic...black magic...’

Till now, she was taking her magic as a mere talent or innate ability, but when her master said ’black magic’, it shook her.

’Black magic. From the books I read, isn’t that used by evil people? Rituals using people as sacrifice and ominous curses? I would never want to come across it. I am not a bad person.’

That night, when Oriana was finally alone with Arlan inside his bedchamber, the prince asked his unnaturally quiet attendant, "How are your lessons so far with your master?"

"It’s going good, Your Highness. And thank you for allowing me to learn."

"Do not forget you owe me for this."

"Yes, Your Highness," she replied. ’Why is he being petty? What can a poor girl like me give this prince? Can’t he just let it slide?’

"Any progress about my father’s condition?"

"Master is yet to complete his examination, but so far, we are working on improving the natural immunity of the King’s body. I heard Master saying that His Majesty’s complexion has slightly improved today."

Arlan walked towards bed when Oriana called him once again, "Your Highness?"

He didn’t turn to look at her and simply sat down on the bed. Since she was being so polite, then she must need something from him.

She simply looked at him with a hopeful gaze. "I have another request."

"I am not surprised," he commented as he looked at her.

"Apologies..."

"Get to the point," he interrupted her, his voice firm.

"I wish to visit my home."

In response, he raised a brow and heard her continue, "It’s extremely important that I return. I told Your Highness before that I was meeting my master to get help for my family member who is not well." She stopped and looked at him, who merely stared back like he was waiting to hear more. "Master taught me what I needed to do and it’s important that I get that medicine home before my family member’s condition worsens."

There was a stretch of silence that caused Oriana discomfort. Hesitantly, she raised her lowered gaze to look at him.

’Why is he not saying anything? What’s with this silent stare? Is he not planning to permit me? Do I need to run away?’