The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 479

Chapter 479: You Have Changed.

After Evanthe and Sierra departed, Drayce turned to his companion, gesturing, "Take a seat. Allow me to aid your recovery."

Arlan sat in the couch as Drayce sat opposite him. he placed his hand over the wound on Arlan’s chest and shut his eyes in concentration. Gradually, the shadowy essence flowed from Drayce’s form, merging with Arlan’s. Once the transfer was complete, Drayce reassured him, "In a few days, your wounds will mend, and your abilities will return."

Arlan acknowledged this with a nod. Without missing a beat, Drayce remarked, "Now, it’s Oriana’s turn." Together, they proceeded to Arlan’s chamber, where Drayce touched Oriana’s forehead, infusing her with a portion of his shadowed essence, hastening her recovery. The trio shared a common thing—darkness—as their source of formidable power.

Drayce observed Oriana’s pale face, "Seren was the same and it took her time to heal completely but she is alright now," he looked at worried friend, "You should stop worrying."

The playful friend Drayce had been seeing for the past two decades, seemed changed and unusually quiet. He was hiding his pain behind his playful and blatant personality but now he didn’t need to hide anything.

Arlan simply nodded and looked back at Drayce, "You will exhaust yourself by providing both of us with part of your powers and you keep teleporting back and forth. It would be enough if you only do it for Oriana. I will heal on my own."

With a teasing glint in his eye, Drayce quipped, "Have you forgotten who you’re speaking to? I am the son of the Devil, the most formidable entity in this universe."

Arlan, taken aback, found himself momentarily speechless. It was uncommon for Drayce to openly acknowledge his lineage, calling himself Devil’s son.

Sensing Arlan’s surprise, Drayce added, "As long as I can help my people with the power I got from Him, I can be only thankful for having that power."

"You’ve changed," Arlan commented.

Drayce chuckled softly, as they exited the chamber. "But haven’t you too embraced your abilities, all to shield someone dear?"

"Precisely," Arlan agreed.

"So let me help you and Oriana. You have always been important to me. While Oriana...Well, I see her as my younger sister, someone who is in need of help and I would never mind lending a hand."

Arlan raised a brow, "Isn’t she your Queen now?"

Admittingly, Drayce replied, "True enough. Bound by duty, I’d be compelled to heed the Queen’s commands—unless I’m prepared to be labeled a renegade and face the wrath of our witch clan."

Chuckling, Arlan mused, "Fortunate of me, I’m not a warlock."

Drayce laughed as he knew what his friend was thinking, "You would have been walking eggshells around your mate, always being obedient to the Queen of Witches."

"That’s not going to happen," Arlan retorted.

"But something else might happen. If the Queen orders me to beat you, I would have no other choice but to follow her orders," Drayce teased, "do not worry, I will only use my powers of warlock."

"You can sure beat me, then I will have an excuse to act pitiful and make her tend to my injuries," Arlan countered.

Drayce could not help but smirk, "Already planning sly tricks?"

At that moment, Alex appeared, bowing respectfully to both Arlan and Drayce before delivering his message. "Your Highness, you are summoned to the palace."

Arlan realized he had neglected his father who must have suffered the previous night, "Is there any issue with my father’s health?"

"I cannot say," Alex replied, "but King Ailwin himself has called for you."

"Make preparations to leave for the palace," Arlan instructed, his thoughts momentarily with his ailing father.

Alex left and Arlan heard Yorian, "King Ailwin is absolutely fine, Prince Arlan?"