The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 226

Chapter 226: Lady Rosetta

The servant who brought Oriana in, explained to the man.

"What? A physician from Griven? This little whelp? Is your brain even working?" The man glared at Oriana. "How dare you come here, you cheat? How dare you pretend to be a physician? Leave before you get punished!"

Oriana gritted her teeth but she knew she could not create trouble with a noble from another kingdom. "Apologies, my lord. I am indeed a physician, albeit not yet finished with my apprenticeship. If you suspect that I lied to your people to intrude, then you misunderstand. I didn’t come here on my own. I was called here by your people to treat this patient."

"No need to treat her. You can leave," the man growled.

Oriana looked at the man in disbelief. "My Lord, are you blind—I mean, can’t you see she looks to be in too much pain? She might die if we don’t treat her!"

"Let her die then. A good-for-nothing servant."

"My Lord!"

"Didn’t you hear me? Leave or else—"

"Let him treat her," they heard a dignified voice of a woman coming from the direction of the door and everyone inside the room looked at the newcomer.

There was an elegant-looking noble lady striding into the room, her appearance seemingly in her late twenties, her bearings sophisticated yet impressive, giving off a presence so strong that she effortlessly captured the attention of all people in her vicinity, regardless of status or gender.

Long, lustrous black locks fell across her shoulder, spilling over her ample bosom and cinch waist, the simple yet elegant dark blue fabric of her dress adding to her charm that seemed to exude both intelligence and mystery.

By merely standing, without doing anything, the black-haired beauty caused the room to fall into subdued silence. There was an undeniable sense of authority coming from her, the kind that no one must ever dare disobey her.

"Lady Rosetta." The knight bowed to her. "This boy cannot treat our servant. He is from Griven."

"Sir Paul, as an experienced knight, losing one life might mean little to you, but I cannot say the same about me," the woman replied in a voice that was both poise yet firm. Her gray eyes were unyielding. "This is not a battlefield. Saving a life is more valuable than the enmity between our kingdoms."

"His Majesty would not like it..."

"Then I shall be the one to bear the responsibility and punishment as consequence of this incident," she cut him off, her words showing she was determined about it. "Does that satisfy you, Sir?"

The knight clearly looked displeased. "I shall leave it to you then." He left without another word.

Oriana could not help but admire this woman. To think there was a noble lady who could calmly rebuke a royal knight, not to mention, she didn’t care about punishments. She valued life equally, not looking down on a mere servant’s life.

Her hazel eyes brightened. Oriana felt this woman had the same mentality as her.

She found the woman moving her gaze towards her and Oriana lowered her head to show proper respect towards her.