The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 378

Chapter 378: Meeting The King

Oriana scrutinized herself in the mirror, a frown creasing her features. She had never been fond of wearing such garments, but now she had to tolerate them. Her gaze shifted to the servants, who were in the midst of selecting accessories for her.

"Do not overdo it," Oriana cautioned, her tone firm.

All of them turned their attention toward her, and one of the servants spoke, "Your Highness, as your lady-in-waiting, it is my duty to..."

"Ana, isn’t it?" Oriana interrupted.

Ana nodded, saying, "Yes, Your Highness."

Ana, a woman in her twenties with a mature appearance, was Oriana’s lady-in-waiting, while the other two servants tended to her daily needs.

"Ana, just a while ago, weren’t the three of you astonished by my mesmerizing beauty?" Oriana inquired, her voice devoid of emotion or hesitation. "Was that merely a facade?"

The three servants immediately shook their heads. "No, Your Highness. You are truly one of the most beautiful women we have ever seen."

"Then must I wear all of this to enhance my beauty?" Oriana questioned. "Do you wish for others to be blinded by my beauty? Don’t you believe I am beautiful enough without the need for all this?"

The three servants regarded her with uncertainty, unable to decipher her thoughts. She seemed proud of her beauty yet not at the same time. Her words were calm but tinged with sarcasm or perhaps they revealed her true pride. What exactly was it?

"You are correct, Your Highness. We will only select a few delicate accessories for you and refrain from overdoing it."

Oriana exhaled a sigh of relief. She found the excessive jewelry to be bothersome and was reluctant to wear it. If she had the choice, she wouldn’t wear a single piece. Her mind unconsciously yearned for her usual attire, which she had always worn.

After a meal and a brief rest, Oriana prepared to meet the King. Commander of the knights, Conor Loyset, arrived to personally escort her to the Oak Palace.

The waiting carriage bore the crest of the Thistle Palace, which caught Oriana’s attention. She regarded it with cold annoyance, thinking, ’I haven’t accepted being his betrothed, yet they’re already treating me like his property.’ She felt an urge to tear off the crest and shatter it into pieces.

"Your Highness, this way," the knight directed her, leading her to the carriage. Her servants helped her enter, and her lady-in-waiting, Lady Ana, accompanied her.

As the carriage departed from the guest mansion, servants and guards who encountered it curiously glanced its way. They knew the Crown Princess was inside, as rumors had already spread, and they were eager to catch a glimpse of her. However, the curtains on the windows concealed her from their view.

When the carriage passed a familiar place, Oriana shifted the curtain aside and gazed at the Thistle Palace. It used to be a place she cherished, but now all she felt was a seething resentment. Just as she was about to draw the curtain again, she spotted a familiar figure. _{freёwebnoѵel.com}

’Is that Luke?’