The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 515

Chapter 515: They Are Sweet Together

Despite Arlan’s advice to relax, Oriana sat stiffly in the saddle, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as Arlan’s powerful body nearly engulfed hers.

With each movement of the horse, her back brushed against Arlan’s chest, his long legs touching hers, and his arms, meant to hold the reins, seemed to envelop her in a warm embrace. Despite the layers of clothing separating them, she could feel his warmth seeping into her cold body, causing her throat to dry up and her heart to race.

Attempting to create some distance between them, Oriana shrunk her shoulders and leaned forward, her delicate hands clutching the front part of the saddle tightly. However, Arlan, who was walking his horse instead of riding it as usual, easily sensed her discomfort and smirked lightly.

In the next moment, he reached out with one hand, pulling her back so that her back flattened against his chest, his hands remaining circled in front of her shoulders.

A surprised gasp escaped Oriana’s lips as she protested, "What are you doing?"

"I am walking this horse slowly to the main gate of the Manor so you can adjust to its rhythm and posture before we increase the pace," Arlan explained calmly, his hand still gently holding Oriana’s shoulders. "But it seems you prefer discomfort over learning."

"I am sitting perfectly comfortably," Oriana retorted. "It’s you who’s trying to take advantage of me."

"Is that so?" Arlan smirked, releasing his hand from her shoulders. He watched as Oriana immediately moved to put distance between them again.

With a subtle sound to signal the horse, Arlan urged it to pick up the pace from a leisurely walk to a brisk ride. The sudden acceleration caused Oriana to let out a loud scream, her grip tightening on the front of the saddle as the horse sped through the manor grounds. _{freёwebnovel.com}

Guards and knights alike turned their attention to the spectacle, watching as the horse raced by.

In less than a minute, Arlan slowed the horse back to a walking pace. Oriana was panting heavily, her heart racing and her stomach churning. Unconsciously, she leaned back and found herself resting against Arlan’s chest, her eyes closed.

Arlan couldn’t help but smile at the sight. ’The demoness who could destroy this entire realm is afraid of riding a horse,’ he mused silently. ’Could anyone be as adorable as this demoness?’

"Are you alright?" Arlan asked, concern evident in his voice.

"Why would you do that?" Oriana gasped, still trying to calm herself.

"Would you still accuse me of taking advantage of you by ensuring your comfort?" Arlan countered, avoiding a direct answer. "The place we’re heading is far. By traveling slowly, we’ll arrive by morning."

Imbert and Rafal caught up with Arlan, maintaining a respectful distance as they followed their liege. They remained silent, seemingly unaware of what was happening, focused solely on their duty.

Oriana managed to calm herself but chose not to respond to Arlan’s question.

Anticipating her silence, Arlan continued, "I’ll keep the horse at a slow pace until we reach the main gate. Take this time to adjust to the horse’s rhythm."