The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141: A Peasant From Countryside

"Mother, I won’t accept concubines. Also, do not pin your hopes up about that Verner girl, because the day I find her, it will be the last day of her life."

Oriana was shocked to hear what he said. ’Is he going to kill his betrothed? Why? Just because she doesn’t want to marry him? Did it hurt his pride?’ She shook her head in disbelief. ’So cruel. I hope this girl is never found. To have an arranged marriage with this madman, she sure is unlucky. Wherever she is, I hope she meets a good man who will love her for who she is.’

"Arlan..."

The prince changed the subject, "How about we talk about something else, Mother? How about throwing a ball for Lenard’s wife to welcome her into the family? We can also use that opportunity to formally introduce her to the capital’s noble families."

The older woman sighed and agreed, "Alright. That is what you want."

When the Queen was getting visibly tired, they headed towards the gazebo of the garden where Arlan pulled out a chair for his mother.

Oriana, who was standing below the steps of the gazebo, could not help but criticize him inwardly. ’What a gentlemanly act in front of his mother.’

One of the Queen’s ladies-in-waiting departed to get tea and refreshments for the royals.

"Which reminds me, rumors reached me that one of your servants caused trouble during the birthday ball of Count Milton," he heard the Queen say after sipping a cup of freshly brewed tea, to which Arlan replied with, "Is that so?"

’Is the Queen displeased about what I did?’ Oriana wondered.

"Countess Milton and her friends came crying to me during one of the afternoon tea parties I hosted."

"Did she plead for her son to be given leniency?"

"That and that the servant should also be punished for assault," Julien laughed. "Your servants are brave just like you. No wonder you even did your best to prove him innocent." The Queen then took another sip and said, "From what I heard, it’s a young boy." She looked at Oriana. "It should be him?"

"Hmm," Arlan replied as he followed his mother’s gaze.

Queen Julien had an amused gaze when she called her over. "Boy, come here."

Seeing the Queen looking at her, Oriana walked inside the gazebo and stood with her gaze lowered.

"Orian, right?" the Queen asked. She remembered the name when Arlan called her earlier in the hallway outside the King’s chamber.

"Yes, that is indeed my name, Your Majesty."

"Your age?"

"Fifteen, Your Majesty," she lied as usual.

"You are such a young and delicate-looking boy. It amazed me that you could beat a big man like Wallace Milton. You seemed to be very skilled in fighting."

As the Queen stopped, it was a signal for Oriana to talk. Arlan was nonchalantly drinking the tea that the servants had served, as if he was not interested in their conversation.

"Your Majesty, Young Lord Milton was drunk at that time so anyone could do what I did."