The sun had set by the time Oriana finished all her assigned duties. She returned to her room to check on the bundle of flowers hanging by her window, left to dry in the air. It would take about two to three days for them to dry at the minimum. For the meantime, she could only work on Yorian’s brooch.
’It’s time for me to go.’
After inquiring from Damien about the prince’s whereabouts, she went to see Arlan in his study.
"What brings you here?" he asked without lifting his head from the document he was reading.
"Your Highness, I ask your permission to visit the Crown Prince of Abetha. I swear that I will return as soon as possible."
Wordlessly, Arlan put aside the scroll in his hand and stared at her. He had underestimated this woman’s stubbornness. He could not comprehend her sense of duty as a physician. In the first place, his hand injury was hardly life-threatening. Give it a few weeks, and the broken bone would heal on its own.
Aside from Cian’s handsome appearance, Arlan could not think of any other reason why Oriana kept on approaching the Crown Prince of Abetha.
"What If I won’t permit you?" he asked.
She kept her head lowered. "I dare not go against Your Highness."
Arlan was surprised to see her obedient like this instead of arguing with him.
"Are you sure?" he probed.
Oriana replied in the same respectful manner. "Yes, Your Highness."
A smirk slowly formed on the prince’s face. ’She is getting more clever. She knows there is no use fighting against me so she is trying her luck by acting docile and obedient. Change in tactics.’
Oriana, on the other hand, hid her growing annoyance by keeping her head lowered.
’Why is he not saying anything? I thought this would work, but he is being an ass again. Shall I just say ’I will go whatever you say’?’
"You can go," she heard him speak after what seemed like an eternity. She looked at him in surprise. His expression remained hard to decipher, but at the very least, he did not look displeased. "I give you permission to go to the guest mansion of Abetha."
It worked!
A smile akin to flowers bloomed on her face. She bowed to him happily. "Thank you—"
"But," he interrupted her.
That ’but’ caused her to stiffen. "Yes, Your Highness?"
"It will be added as another tally in your long list of unpunished offenses. Prioritizing another person as a physician above your duty as my personal attendant, that is willful dereliction of duty. Not to mention, the penalty is harsher with you neglecting your own master while looking after royalty from another kingdom."
’What the—How can it count as neglect?!’ she frowned inwardly, ’I should have known this petty brat won’t agree to anything so easily. So petty! Maybe I should break his own hand then give him the most bitter medicine and the foulest-smelling oil.’ ’
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