The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 207

Chapter 207: Reward From King of Megaris

Even after they returned to the mansion, the invisible tension hanging between Arlan and Oriana remained unresolved.

The prince’s return prompted his administrative aide, Lucas Warren, and the ministers to begin a meeting inside the study to talk about the outcome of the second day of the conference. Oriana served them refreshments, then proceeded to stand outside the door with the knights, the epitome of a good servant waiting to be summoned.

Arlan never spoke a single word to her.

Even when the meeting finished, he never called on her to serve him. Despite such obvious disregard of her existence, Oriana showed no reaction. When dusk came, she merely passed the torch to Neil and proceeded towards the servant quarters.

Some time later, Neil came to Arlan.

"Your Highness, the Queen of Megaris sent a message requesting Orian’s services. He is summoned to their lodgings. What are your instructions?"

"Send him."

Arlan had no issues regarding Oriana going to the mansion next to them. His attendant bowed after receiving his permission.

Oriana, who just had her evening meal, was informed about it. Worrying that something important happened—maybe the Queen overexerted herself from walking for hours, or perhaps there was a new shocking discovery related to her being a witch— Oriana hurried to the guest mansion of Megaris.

"Greetings, Sir Sanders."

To her surprise, it was Slayer who was waiting for her at the entrance. Furthermore, she was directed to the King’s study.

’Why am I taken to his study at this hour?’ Oriana felt a little hesitant.

If it was about Seren, she would be escorted to the Queen’s bedchamber, and if it was about her powers, she would have been led to the room they often used on the top floor.

Slayer opened the door for her, gesturing for her to go ahead and enter, before closing the door as soon as she stepped inside.

’What the...’

She noticed the dignified red-eyed man sitting behind the large desk. Under his silent gaze, she immediately got back to her senses and bowed to him.

"This servant pays his respects to His Majesty the King of Megaris."

Drayce accepted her greeting with a nod. "Dispense formalities. Have a seat."

Her gaze was complicated as she straightened herself. Why would royalty allow a mere servant, a peasant at that, to be seated in front of him? Why was he treating her above her status?

’Is it because he discovered she is a witch? Is it because she possesses divine power?’

"I am honored, but doing so is disrespectful to you, Your Majesty." She preferred to stand.

Drayce didn’t insist and got to the point. "You must be wondering why I called you here."

She kept her head lowered. "Yes, Your Majesty."

Drayce stared at her for a while, and a ghost of a smile lifted the corner of his lips. He had no real understanding of this young witch’s personality, but it appeared that once she made up her mind, she was not someone to be swayed easily. _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}