The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 242

Chapter 242: Hitting A Friend

"That’s mean, both of you," Yorian disturbed them, his expression like that of an old man berating his own grandchildren. "If all Orian had befriended were wrong people, that counts me in, as well as King Drayce and Queen Seren as well, right? What nonsense. Now, stop this childish squabbling."

"Apologies, Lord Yorian," Oriana said as she stepped back.

On the other hand, Arlan merely harrumphed, but he also gave ground on the conversation.

"Going back to the topic of that brooch." Yorian kept Zaria’s portrait with a wave of a hand. "I must say, it is a pity that such a lovely handicraft unfortunately fell on an unworthy person. That kind of style reminds me of the craftsmanship of my people, the elves."

Oriana understood the underlying meaning of his words. "I will make one for you as well, Lord Yorian."

"Thank you. Ah, I am not fond of lavender. You can instead use buckwheat flowers."

"As per your wish."

Arlan drummed his fingers on the desk, interrupting the sickeningly friendly chat between his attendant and the elf. "Has your report about that Rosetta woman concluded?"

"There is nothing more to say, Your Highness," she replied, her demeanor returning to that of a subordinate.

"You are dismissed then." Arlan sounded impatient

Oriana lowered her head, intending to swiftly rid the prince of her presence, but was stopped by Drayce’s voice.

"We appreciate your contributions, Orian. I insist you take a break for the rest of the day. There is no need to stay with us, Megarisians, anymore. Your colleagues must have been worried about you too. You should return to where you truly belong."

Oriana stared at Drayce, as if trying to understand the intention hidden in those red eyes. In the end, she gave him a perfunctory nod.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I will take my leave then."

Arlan was glaring at his friend. He didn’t want her to return yet.

The moment the door closed, Arlan growled at Drayce, "What are you doing, Dray? How can you send her back? Do you want to put her in danger?"

"This is your punishment for being so mean to your mate." Drayce said with a straight face, not showing any mercy to his friend.

"That’s between her and me."

"Then the matter of her bleeding and you going crazy over it, it is between you and her as well. Handle your own issues like a man."

"Dray—"

The red-eyed king interrupted him, "Take it as practicing, refining your self-control. This time, I lent you a hand, but what comes after? Where are you going to send her next? Do not forget, human women bleed every month. You have no other option but to get used to it. I believe you won’t want to send her elsewhere every month with some flimsy excuse, otherwise it will just expose her identity as a woman."

Arlan wanted to refute, but what Drayce said was the truth. Since he planned to keep Oriana by his side, he needed to... get used to it, as he so kindly put it.

In the end, the blue-eyed prince could only let out an exasperated sigh.

"Alright. I will try," he agreed, unwillingly, and then he looked at Yorian. "Can you provide me with more of those pouches?"

"What are you talking about, Prince Arlan?" Yorian asked innocently.

Arlan pulled out a small pouch from his pocket and waved it in front of the elf. "I hope it can refresh your memories."

"This useless thing, why do you need it?"

"To suppress my reaction to her scent, what else?"

"I just called that thing useless. Do you still insist on asking for more?"

"What do you mean?" Arlan offered him a displeased glare.

The elf had a look of mischief.

"It’s nothing but ordinary sand. It helped you with nothing, except improve your confidence in yourself."

Slam!

Arlan’s fist pounded on the table loudly, his furious figure standing up to his full height. The shockwave of his action caused some of the items on the desk to fly off.

"Are you crazy? Has your ancient brain gone senile?! I trusted your words! I trusted you, but you—" His eyes turned red with anger. "What if I had failed? What if I had hurt her? How dare you put her in danger, you damned elf?"