The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 433

Chapter 433: Another Trouble

As Arlan started to regain his consciousness, coming out of that deep slumber of sleep while his body had recovered its vitality. His brows were furrowed as in his mind he was repeating one name.

Oriana. Oriana.

His eyes slowly opened, and he found himself beneath an ornate ceiling. Anxiousness coursed through him, his heart pounding in his chest. With the swiftness of lightning, he sprang out of bed, his singular focus on rescuing Oriana. But...

In the next instant, he noticed a woman standing by the window in his room. Her hazel eyes conveyed a myriad of emotions as they fixed on him.

The step he had taken to leave abruptly halted, and he stood frozen in place, his gaze seemingly locked onto her face, as if trying to confirm that she was not a mirage but indeed standing there in the flesh.

Both of them simply stared at each other, attempting to fathom each other’s emotions. For several moments, neither of them uttered a word, and silence enveloped the room.

"I am alright," Oriana finally spoke after a prolonged silence.

Her words brought Arlan back to his senses, and he finally comprehended that she was not an illusion but was genuinely standing there, safe and sound.

However, as relief washed over him, a strange realization struck him, and his expression shifted from calm to panic. He strode toward a nearby wooden stand, hastily draping an overcoat over his body, ready to leave. _{freёwebnovel.com}

"Where are you going?" Oriana asked, her words rushed, unable to discern his intentions.

In response, he shot an angry glare to her and vanished in an instant, leaving Oriana bewildered. "What happened? Where did he go? To that witch again? Why?" Worry clouded her mind, and she rushed out of the room.

Outside Imbert greeted her, "Your Highness..."

"Get me the carriage, quickly," Oriana continued her sprint down the stairs, berating herself for not having learned the art of teleportation. The Queen’s mansion was quite a distance away, and running there was not an option at this moment.

Imber promptly followed her orders, moving faster than her, understanding the urgency of a situation even though he didn’t know what exactly happened. By the time she reached the outdoors, Imbert stood there with a carriage ready to transport her.

Commander Conor Loyset was also present. "Your Highness...."

"Commander, to the Queen’s palace," Oriana declared as she hastened to sit inside the carriage, not waiting for assistance.

Witnessing her distress, no one dared to question her. They swiftly complied with her request, and the carriage set off towards the Queen’s palace. Oriana’s hands were clenched together, and she prayed fervently to any listening entity. ’Let him take his anger out on me, but please, do not allow him to fall into that witch’s clutches again. Do not let him return to her.’

Just then, a mysterious figure materialized in her carriage. "Where are you going?"

Oriana’s eyes widened with relief upon seeing the elf. She spoke with a sense of urgency, "Queen’s palace. He disappeared... suddenly after seeing me.... He looked terrified. I believe... I believe he went to that witch."

"Please, calm down..."

"How can I? I can’t allow her to harm him again. He’s still weak..."

"He’s gone to the King’s palace," the elf informed.

"The King’s palace? Why?"