The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25: You Dare Sleep In My Bed

’It bloody hurts!’

The moment Oriana opened her eyes, she immediately regretted it. The gentle morning light was blindingly painful for her, and her head pounded like it would explode with the gentlest movement. She could barely feel her limbs, her body feeling heavier than usual.

’Ugh, my head. It’s like someone is hitting me repeatedly on the head with a rock,’ she groaned in discomfort.

She rolled around the bed, intending to not get up until the pain went away. Did she get the common cold? Her grandfather probably wouldn’t mind her sleeping in, especially with the soft bed and these fresh sheets—

’Huh? Soft bed?’

Alarms went ringing in her head and she tried to open her eyes, only to have her blurry vision shock her. Unfamiliar painted walls with a single framed painting, a clean room with two doors, a plain flat ceiling without a single wooden beam, unlike the thatched roof of her wooden cabin...

’Am I dreaming?’

Her body swayed as she attempted to sit up, but in the end, she could only slumped back to the comforts of the pillows while rubbing the sleep off her face.

"I must be dreaming—"

"You are not dreaming, Shortie."

That voice! That annoyingly unruly voice!

It was as if each nerve of her body was lit with fire.

’An unfamiliar room, a fatigued body, a night I could not remember...It can’t be?!’

Oriana turned her head so fast, she almost snapped her neck. To her horror, she saw the handsome nobleman standing by the open window, holding an unsheathed sword in hand, his ocean blue eyes staring at her with unfathomable interest.

Her body shot up to a sitting position, which brought her head a new wave of throbbing pain.

"You—Where are we? Why am I here? Ah..." She wanted to cry as she cradled her head. ’Damn it.’

"You should ask that to yourself," Arlan answered as he ran his finger along the sharp edge of his sword.

’Why am I with this brat? What happened last night? Did something—’

Her hands moved to touch her body, but upon finding herself fully clothed, not a single piece missing, the terror in her heart lessened.

’Ugh, I should stop listening to too much old wives’ gossip. A lady spending an intimate night with a stranger—such nonsense tales only happen in romance books. Besides, I am dressed up as a man. This noble brat wouldn’t be a pervert interested in young lads...right?’

Oriana eyed the simple interior of the room. Though it was a pretty large room, there were no personal objects within that showed it was a person’s bedroom. This should not be Arlan’s bedchamber. If her guess was right, they should be inside a rather high-class inn, one where a single night costs a month’s worth of a commoner’s hard labor.

She tried to recall how she ended up here, but all she remembered was her drinking thoughtlessly and then everything blanked.

’Wait, why do I feel like I punched someone?’ Glancing at her right knuckle, she found it skinned. Her hazel eyes widened at her wild guess. ’Don’t tell me... Did I hit this brat? I have committed a crime! No wonder he’s holding his sword...’