The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221: It Is Not Meant For Me

Oriana didn’t doubt Yorian’s lie even a bit and asked, "But His Highness, he..."

"King Drayce has taken care of it. He told Prince Arlan that you will stay here for a few days to look after Queen Seren. Prince Arlan never says ’no’ to his friend. You have seen the kind of friendship they have."

Oriana let out a sigh of relief. She could not thank them enough for all their help. If her secret was leaked last night, she didn’t know what could have happened to her. The prince she serves would definitely punish her, harshly at that, for her deception.

"Thank you so much for helping me and taking care of me, my lord."

"It’s not a big deal," Yorian said, a kind smile hanging on his lips as he observed her.

Oriana felt a little awkward to be stared at so intently. "Is there a problem, Lord Yorian?"

"You are a beautiful woman, Oriana. It’s a pity that you have to disguise yourself as a man and make this world have one less beauty in it."

It took her several heartbeats for the meaning of his words to sink in. Her hands flew to her head, and she realized her hair was no longer in a tight bun, rather, her locks were freely tumbling over her shoulders, spilling around her in a pool of reds and golds. She was also wearing a pure white nightgown, elegant in its simplicity, showing off the delicate curves of her body.

She had no headwrap!

She had no chest bind!

Then that meant her appearance—

Sudden embarrassment took over her, and she didn’t know what to say. She had always known she was beautiful, but this was the first time someone said it straight to her face, to Oriana the twenty-year-old woman, not Orian the fifteen-year-old boy.

She tried to get out of the bed.

"Stay in bed," she heard Martha rebuke like an elderly relative. "You are yet to recover."

"But—"

"Do not be reckless and rest as much as you need. You are going to stay here for the next few days so that you can properly rest."

Oriana felt hesitant with the treatment given to her. This room was surely not a servant’s quarter but room for a noble guest, not to mention the exquisite nightgown she was wearing ought to be borrowed from a noble lady as well. A peasant like her did not deserve such luxury. She knew her place.

"Miss Martha, I am grateful for your generosity, but this is too much."