The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 405

Chapter 405: Tempted To Taste His Blood

Oriana regained her composure and straightened her disheveled dress. As she was about to replace her veil, her gaze fell upon the bloodstains on the back of her hand. It was Arlan’s blood, and a realization struck her that she had overlooked when she tasted his blood while biting him. In that heated moment of anger, she had paid it no mind, but now...

Her gaze fixated on the bloodstains, and she found herself licking her lips, which still bore traces of his blood. Her heart raced, and an involuntary impulse urged her to bring her hand closer to her mouth to taste the blood again. Just as she was about to succumb to this urge, she stopped abruptly, her mind engulfed in shock.

’What in the world am I doing?’ She stared at the bloodstains, bewildered by the undeniable temptation. ’Why am I feeling like this? It’s just blood, but... why am I tempted to taste it? How can anyone desire to drink someone’s blood unless they’re a beast? But I am... a Black Witch...right, a Black Witch.’

The realization struck her, ’Can a Black Witch be tempted to drink the blood of a divine beast? My Master did mention that Black Witches employ divine blood in their magic, but she never mentioned the temptation to consume it. Once you taste it, it’s difficult to resist. If even a lowly witch like me can feel this temptation, what about a powerful witch who has a divine beast under her control and make him suffer?’

Oriana raised her head, watching as Arlan walked away with his back turned to her.

’Is that witch drinking his blood?’

This revelation left her with wide eyes, and she couldn’t help but wonder, ’Is this the reason he returns so weak, with his body shrouded in sinister black magic? Lord Yorian had said that her intentions might go beyond just gaining power. What exactly is that witch up to, and what is her true purpose?’

Unbeknownst to her, a sense of foreboding began to creep into her mind.

’A witch’s intuition is rarely wrong, or so the book says. If I’m feeling this way, it’s a sign that something terrible might be looming. I need to act swiftly. I can’t allow an evil witch to have her way with innocent people.’

"Your Highness," Ana approached, bowing as she ascended the gazebo’s stairs.

Oriana swiftly wiped away the almost dried bloodstains from her hand and used a discreet magic spell to completely erase any traces before Ana could notice. She secured the veil to conceal her injured lip from her servant’s prying eyes.

When Ana reached Oriana, her face was tinged with a slight blush as she had inadvertently witnessed her mistress in an intimate encounter with the Prince.

Oriana observed Ana’s demeanour and inquired nonchalantly, "Anything the matter?"

Ana was momentarily taken aback but quickly regained her composure. She explained, "Members of Marquis Candace’s family are here to visit the lake. As Your Highness is present, it would be appropriate to extend your greetings to them."

"Hasn’t the Prince already gone to meet them?" Oriana inquired, her reluctance to engage with power hungry people. She was already dealing with few and had enough of it when those few were the King and his bratty sun.

"Your Highness, I understand that you may be weary, but a brief greeting won’t be burdensome. You are the Crown Princess, and maintaining relationships with such families is a part of your role."

Oriana felt a surge of irritation, poised to vehemently decline, but then she noticed the earnestness in her servant’s eyes. It was a clear indication that Ana only sought what was best for her mistress. Reluctantly, Oriana acceded to her servant’s wishes.

At that moment, Arthur spotted Oriana approaching them and inquired with amusement, "Was it a cute little cat or a feisty tigress?" _{frёeweɓηovel.coɱ}