The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 377

Chapter 377: Arrived At The Palace

After three days, Commander Loyset’s troop reached the palace uneventfully, without any interference from Prince Arlan’s side.

Although the entire situation had been kept highly confidential, with only the King’s closest confidants being informed, the influential families in the vicinity had sensed that something was amiss. The sudden deployment of the King’s forces and the Commander of Knights leading the mission had not gone unnoticed.

One of the King’s closest acquaintances and friends, Marquise Ahren, was privy to the situation and tasked with handling related matters. Preparations for the Crown Princess’ residence had been entrusted to him.

"Your Highness, the commander’s troop has entered the capital," Imbert informed Arlan, who was still at Wildridge Manor.

Arlan’s response was one of silence, his gaze growing colder as he clenched his fists. He appeared displeased yet powerless.

"Have our operatives monitor her. When the time is right, I will take action," Arlan declared.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Just like Alex, Imbert also pondered why Arlan was so reluctant to accept his betrothed, but he chose to keep his thoughts to himself. Alex had relayed the Prince’s earlier response, leaving Imbert to wonder about the hidden meaning behind those words.

Was Arlan’s betrothed going to harm him in some way? Imbert knew Oriana well and believed she could never intentionally harm Arlan. However, given the change in their relationship and Oriana’s apparent anger toward the Prince, it seemed she wouldn’t hesitate to hurt him.

Imbert recognized that Oriana was a woman with a strong character and challenging to handle

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At the palace, Oriana was guided to a guest mansion with stringent security measures in place. Apart from the specially appointed personnel, no one was allowed to approach the guest mansion, and they were strictly forbidden from divulging any information to outsiders.

Oriana, dressed in an exquisite gown and a veil covering the lower half of her face, descended from the carriage. The servants assigned to welcome her dared to sneak glances at her, aware of her status as the Crown Princess. To their surprise, they were unable to see her face, but her eyes and the upper half of her visage hinted at her extraordinary beauty. Her long hair cascaded gracefully, and her elegant travel attire accentuated her slender, alluring figure.

"Your Highness, welcome to the palace," all the servants greeted her simultaneously. Behind her veil, Oriana clenched her teeth, averse to being addressed in such a manner. She loathed the association with the Prince, yet she couldn’t take her anger out on the servants who were merely performing their duties.

A middle-aged servant stepped forward and introduced himself, "Greetings, Your Highness. I am Astral Barlow, the butler of this mansion. I am here to serve you."

Oriana regarded the man and offered a simple nod. She was then led into the mansion, with a few lady servants closely following her; they would serve as her ladies-in-waiting.

Her grandfather was escorted to a room where the royal physician and his apprentice were already in attendance to tend to him. Once Oriana ensured her grandfather’s safety in the care of the royal physician, she was led to her own room, where the female servants were ready to assist her.