The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 319

Chapter 319: She Dared To Exploit Me

Oriana returned from Megaris Mansion after discussing Arlan’s desire to meet Lady Ria with Queen Seren.

"Her Majesty said she will comply with my wishes. That’s a relief."

She entered Arlan’s study, where he was still engrossed in his work.

"Your Highness, I have a message for you from Her Majesty, Queen Seren," Oriana announced.

Arlan set down the quill in his hand and regarded Oriana with a questioning gaze, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "You’re quick. Truly an exceptional servant."

He pondered what she had devised to evade his request to meet Lady Ria.

"Thank you, Your Highness," she responded politely, then added, "Lady Ria is fatigued due to last night’s ball, and she is currently resting. With all the preparations to depart, she won’t be able to come and visit you."

"Hmm?" he arched an eyebrow and reclined in his chair, as if deeply contemplating something. "Did I tire her out so much? I didn’t do much other than..."

Cough! Cough!

Oriana nearly choked on her own saliva at the audacious direction his thoughts were taking. "I-I apologize, Your Highness. I hurried back and forth from Megaris Mansion, so I’m a bit thirsty and my throat is dry."

She felt compelled to explain, her nerves and embarrassment heightened by his scrutiny.

Her cheeks and ears felt really warm. Had she not coughed so hard, she was so sure her blush would’ve given her away.

"Have some water," he instructed, his gaze encompassing both her reddened face from coughing and his own playful teasing.

She nodded, "I’ll be back," and turned to leave, glad for the excuse to escape and conceal her embarrassment.

"Where are you headed?" His tone was chilly, causing her to pivot and face him. "To get some water."

"Can’t you see the water right here?" He indicated the pitcher and glass on the table. _{fɾēewebnσveℓ.com}

She gazed at the set-up, already aware of its presence, yet how could she, a mere servant, dare use water intended for the Prince.

"Should I assume there’s poison in the water?" Arlan’s query caught her off guard.

"No. I mean, that water is for Your Highness. I wouldn’t dare use the same water or glass His Highness has used."

"So you’re suggesting I’m poisonous, preventing you from using a glass I’ve touched."

"N-No, Your Highness," she stammered, silently cursing his convoluted thinking. "I was merely..."

"Drink!" he commanded.

She stood rooted, observing the pitcher and the glass.

"Even if it means your demise, you’ll drink this water right here," his words reached her.

Internally furrowing her brows, she seized the glass and filled it with water, thinking, ’These spoiled nobles are quick to accuse us servants of not understanding propriety. Well, if he wants his things used, he’s welcome.’