The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37: Nothing Ladylike

Arlan hugged his sister and patted her head. "You are no longer alone. You have us and your family."

"I know," she said and continued to cry for a while and then looked at him. "I just don’t want you to lose yourself, Arlan. Seeing you wallow like this breaks my heart. I feel like...like the more I see you, the faster I am losing my brother. Do not let anger control you. You are more than the revenge you seek. I don’t want to lose you."

"I will always be your younger brother."

Alvera reached up to rub his head, the same way she did when they were younger.

"I remember when you were a little boy, you had a terrible temper. After meeting Dray, you changed for the better, but only slightly. You became playful and naughty, but at least you could control your bloodlust behind your smile and schemes.

"Lately...you do not even hide your actions anymore, openly relishing in killing wantonly. You are slowly losing yourself to cruelty and hatred, and it’s as if you do not see people as people anymore.

"Judging sinners and punishing criminals accordingly are skills one must hone to become a wise king. Do not be a murderous tyrant. Don’t lose your humanity."

Arlan didn’t promise her anything. He was not sure about himself. The only thing he knew was those who endangered his family and his kingdom deserved to die.

"You are not answering."

"You know the answer already."

Knowing how stubborn he was, she said, "Alright, but you have to listen to me at least once when I ask you to show mercy."

"I will."

"I hope I am not disturbing you brother and sister," they heard a voice say after a cough. It was Rhys. "Go ahead. Ignore me. I just came to give my son a morning kiss."

Alvera looked at her husband after she wiped her eyes. "I keep telling you not to kiss Ryan with a scruffy beard."

"I shaved before I came. Touch it," the man said as he walked towards his wife. He could clearly see she had cried. "Were you two gossiping about me? I hope you are not complaining about me to your brother."

"I was just telling her to take a break from producing kids," Arlan said, "I hope the Duke of Wimark will spare my poor sister."

"If I spare your sister, Your Highness, then I am sure she will think I have lost interest in her," the handsome duke replied as he gently caressed his wife’s face, drying the rest of her tears.

"It is just my sister’s luck to end up marrying a breeding bull—"

"Breeding bull?" a girl exclaimed and everyone looked at the doorway.

"Young Lady, please don’t say that bad word!" her nanny chastised, before bowing to the people inside the chamber.

"How come this girl always comes at the wrong time?" Alvera mumbled to which her husband responded with a shrug.

"Do not blame our daughter. Your brothers are at fault for speaking such crude words in front of an impressionable child."

Rayjin stormed inside towards her father, hugging his leg while glaring at her uncle. "Nanny said it’s a bad word. Uncle, you should not say it!"

Arlan smiled indulgently at her. "I was just praising your father’s prowess."

"But last time, my father also said it is a bad word."

"There are times we can praise a person using bad words as well," he replied.

"Is it? So can I call my father a breeding bull as well—-"