The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 233

Chapter 233: Fake Royals

One the way, the Grivenian troop stopped at the guest mansion of Megaris to fetch the aide of the prince.

Oriana sat inside Arlan’s carriage. She greeted him with a bow and he accepted it with a nod. Their gazes met but Oriana immediately lowered her gaze, preferring to not look at him. She had an excuse. Being a servant she was not allowed to look at her master, and only now did she feel like she loved this rule.

On the other hand, Arlan couldn’t help but stare at her. Although he arranged to keep the windows open, within that small enclosed space, with him seemingly starved of her presence, her scent smelled sweeter, lovelier, like the most exquisite wine to his nose.

He could somehow manage to bear it and he knew it was because of what Yorian had given to him. He could not thank that ancient elf more.

With his gaze on her, he opened his mouth, but no words escaped him. He wanted to talk to her, but where should he begin? Should he bring up that horrible night by the lake and apologize for it? Would she believe if he claims his action back then was not intentional? He didn’t plan to hurt her, but he had no other choice. But all these questions could only remain in his thoughts.

As a result, there was no conversation between them.

Arlan noticed soon they would be arriving at the guest mansion of Thevailes, and for some odd reason, unintended words slipped out of his mouth,

"Have you been eating well?"

It shocked Oriana so much, her mouth fell slightly open in disbelief. The world seemed to fade away as she struggled to find her voice.

Under her shocked gaze, he continued to ask, "Are you feeling better?"

"I-I am, Your Highness..."

She lowered her head, because for some unknown reasons, heat was spreading over her chest.

’Have you been eating well?’ he said. Did the prince famous for his glib tongue really ask her such a silly-sounding question?

There was a short awkward pause before he spoke again, "That night, it was wrong..."

"I was wrong," Oriana interrupted him. "I apologize. This servant was insolent to grab you, a prince, so it was my fault I fell into the lake."

She didn’t look at him, but she could feel the intensity of his stare on her head.

Seconds later, his soft words caused her heart to shake.

"But I should not have walked away."

A sour feeling rose within her, but she swallowed it back and spoke, "Your Highness cannot be blamed. You are my master, and I, your servant. My role is to help you, not the other way around."

Was she drawing a clear line between their status? Arlan could not help but feel bitter. Since she had made her point, it would be useless to convince her otherwise. He had nothing more to say about this matter. Moreover, he could not tell her the real reason of walking away instead of helping her. _{frёeweɓηovel.coɱ}

"When we reach their mansion, try not to leave my side for long. The Thevailese are not simple people."