The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 396

Chapter 396: He Is A Dragon

The next morning, Oriana woke up, her eyes squinting against the bright sunlight streaming into her room. She realized she had slept late, her rest hindered by the events of the previous night. She forced her eyes open, intending to gauge the time by the position of the sun outside the window. However, what she saw left her momentarily incredulous.

"Huh?"

It was as though she had stepped into a dream. A figure occupied the expansive window of her room, gazing outward with their back turned to her. In the brilliant morning light, this person seemed to gleam like a precious gem, their long silver hair gently swaying in the breeze. They exuded an ethereal quality, as if a heavenly being had descended to Earth.

She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, and a familiar manly voice which held a tinge of sweetness along, reached her ears. "Good morning, Oriana."

Recognition dawned, and she promptly sat up in bed. "Lord Yorian."

Yorian swiveled around with graceful agility, one left leg slightly bent, resting on the window sill, with his left hand resting at the knee, his right leg hanging down the window sill while his hand was busy weaving intricate magic that created blossoming images with the touch of his fingertips. He looked like an earthly angel and in Oriana’s eyes he was in fact an angel who was going to answer her questions, always her saviour and a guide into the world of supernaturals.

His playful gaze settled on his magic-wielding hand as he spoke, "You called, and here I am."

Oriana, still adjusting her disheveled attire, felt a twinge of embarrassment as she was wearing a night dress. She had not expected the elf to turn around so abruptly.

He looked at her and inquired, "Was it impolite of me to appear unannounced? I was simply waiting for you to wake up as I didn’t know what to do after arriving here."

"Oh, no. I was just...I am the one to invited you to help me, so it’s alright." She hurriedly left the bed. "I’ll change into my usual clothes."

"No need. I find you quite charming in women’s attire," his lips curved into a teasing smile as he observed her discomfort.

It was not easy to tease her as she was always to confident but now as the opportunity arose, he didn’t miss it. It was amusing to see her vulnerable like this where she carried a charm of a beautiful and shy woman.

"Still, I..."

"Have no worries," Yorian interjected. "To this thousand-year-old elf, you are like a child. I harbor no other interest in you. But there’s something else that interests me more."

"What is it?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Your name," he replied. "Oriana. When I speak it, I feel a warmth spreading through my heart and mind. It’s such a beautiful name for a woman."

"Thank you, Lord Yorian," Oriana responded. "I’ll still change into different attire."

Yorian chuckled playfully and nodded before turning back to his previous position by the window. He gazed out at the bright sky and the palace grounds below.

After some time, Oriana returned, refreshed and attired in a neat dress. She approached the window where the elf was still seated.

"Thank you so much for being here when I needed you," she expressed her gratitude.

"Hmm, then you can repay me later as a token of your thanks," he replied with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Karlin is a truly beautiful city."