The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 441

Chapter 441: I Want To Meet Your Master

Oriana stepped into the Queen’s chamber and found the Queen seated at the edge of her bed, visibly displeased as she reprimanded someone. "Leave. I have no desire to see you."

"Your Majesty, please try to compose yourself," the woman facing her responded politely, but it seemed to irk the Queen.

"You... Go away," the Queen snapped, but her tone changed when she noticed Oriana’s presence. "O-Oriana?" She was visibly surprised.

Oriana remained composed and directed her attention to the woman standing before the Queen. This woman, named Karla, still appeared calm and gracefully bowed to Oriana. "Greetings, Your Highness."

Oriana’s countenance remained cool as she addressed Karla, "As expected, I find you here, Karla."

The Queen quickly regained her composure and adopted a serene facade. "Oriana, how did you come here? My attendants didn’t inform me..."

Oriana shifted her gaze from Karla to Julien. "Are you upset, Your Majesty, that I entered without prior notice?"

The Queen managed curve her lips into a smile. "Not at all, my dear. I just didn’t anticipate you visiting at a moment when I was a bit agitated with my attendant."

"May I inquire, Your Majesty, what your attendant did to upset you so that I may punish her on your behalf?" Oriana redirected her gaze toward Karla. "You won’t mind if I punish you instead of Her Majesty, do you?"

Karla was well aware of Oriana’s sharp tongue and hesitated to respond, looking toward the Queen. However, Oriana continued, "I do not need to ask your permission even if I wish to discipline a lowly servant like you, so you need not trouble yourself with an answer."

Julien, looking at Oriana, interjected, "It’s alright. It wasn’t a significant issue. I will handle it."

"As you wish, Your Majesty," Oriana acknowledged. "I came here to discuss something of great importance, so I won’t waste my time on this servant."

"Alright," the Queen agreed, her gaze turning cold as she looked at Karla. "You may leave."

Karla didn’t move. "Your Majesty, your health is not in the best state. I recommend you drink the tea I’ve prepared. It’s not advisable to jeopardize your health. You can converse with the Crown Princess later." _{freёweɓnovel.com}

Oriana observed their exchange in silence.

The Queen’s expression grew colder, and she responded, "I am fine. I don’t need the tea."

"Your Majesty, you are aware of the consequences when you refuse this tea," Karla’s words were polite, but they carried a subtle warning that both the Queen and Oriana could discern.

The Queen pressed her lips together, and her hands unconsciously gripped the edges of the mattress. She took a deep breath to regain control of her emotions and addressed Oriana, "My dear, if you don’t mind, I need to take my medication and rest. Can you return later?"

"Of course, I don’t mind, Your Majesty, as your well-being is of the utmost importance," Oriana replied, turning her attention to Karla. "But as a physician, I must see what kind of medication you are taking."

"You’re a physician?" the Queen inquired, and Karla also glanced at her.

Oriana removed her veil, revealing her face and causing both the Queen and Karla to express shock.

"You..."

"Yes, Your Majesty, you’ve recognized me correctly. I am Orian, who used to serve as Prince Arlan’s personal aide. I was within the palace in the guise of a man, but I am also Oriana Verner, Prince Arlan’s betrothed."

"How..."

"I don’t have the time to explain everything at the moment, Your Majesty," Oriana remarked as she moved toward Karla. "So, what type of medication is this?"

"Her Majesty experiences bouts of agitation and struggles to maintain her composure, so this medication helps to stabilize her mental state. As a queen, she needs to maintain a calm and steady mind, so she can’t afford to miss this medication."

Oriana smirked and asked, "Do you take this medication regularly as well, Karla?"

Karla appeared puzzled, prompting Oriana to clarify, "You seem to remain unusually composed, even in the face of extreme provocation. It appears this is due to the effects of this medication."

"I do not need to take any medicine, Your Highness. As a servant, I am obligated to endure whatever comes my way from my masters. I have no right to lose my temper," Karla responded calmly.

"In that case, as you claim you can only endure what is imposed upon you, I ask you to take this medication."

Karla’s hands trembled upon hearing the request. "How can I..."

Julien looked at Oriana, unsure of her intentions but willing to see how it unfolded.

Oriana clearly noticed the scared reaction of Karla and smirked. "Because I am ordering you to," Oriana declared and then moved to sit beside the Queen. "Your Majesty, you don’t mind, do you?"

Julien shook her head. "Please, have a seat."

Oriana settled comfortably on the edge of the bed next to the Queen and glanced at Karla. "What are you waiting for?"

Karla turned her gaze to Julien. "Your Majesty..."

"Drink it, Karla," Oriana interjected, her patience wearing thin.

Karla remained immobile. "Your Majesty, you can’t afford to skip this. You know what would happen..."