The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 523

Chapter 523: Dragon Tattoo

Oriana entered Seren’s chamber only to find her quietly seated in bed, her eyes closed. It was evident to Oriana that Seren was still feeling the effects of the alcohol she had consumed the night before, her body struggling to recover.

"Greetings, Your Majesty," Oriana bowed, a twinge of guilt tugging at her for Seren’s current state.

Seren opened her eyes and regarded Oriana. "Don’t mind me for being a bit out of sorts."

"It’s alright, Your Majesty," Oriana reassured her.

"Please, take a seat," Seren offered, gesturing towards the chair by the bedside.

Eva promptly arranged the chair for Oriana, who approached the bed before sitting down. She reached into her pocket and retrieved a small pouch, offering it to Seren. "Your Majesty, please accept this. It may help alleviate your discomfort."

Seren eyed the pouch curiously. "What is it?"

"Medicine to ease your headache. I’ve personally prepared it, and it’s quite effective," Oriana explained.

"Seems like I really need it," Seren accepted the dark cloth pouch. "But I would prefer if you called me by my name, just as you did last night."

Hearing Seren’s request to be addressed by her name, Oriana’s mind drifted back to part of their drunken conversation from the previous night.

’Seren, you’ve really missed out on life.’

’You’re not wrong, Oriana.’

’Don’t worry, Seren, you have me now. I’ll show you all the fun.’

’You’re truly a good friend, Oriana.’

’Drink more, my friend. Let’s have some more fun.’

’I already feel dizzy. Dray won’t allow me to drink more.’

’Forget those annoying husbands of ours. If he tries to stop you, just use your power and put him in his place.’

’I can’t hurt Dray. He’s my husband.’

’So? Is he a god? You know, once I beat my annoying husband using my power of Demoness, and now he’s obedient like a cow.’

’You did?’

’Yes, and I’m telling you, you should try it too.’

’But, Oriana, why would I beat up your husband?’

"No, you can’t. Only I can hurt my husband. You go beat your own husband.’

’Alright, if he won’t let me drink, I’ll give him a good bite. He bit me once, so it’s only fair.’

’He bit you?’

’Yes, when we were newly married. One night, out of nowhere, he bit me. It hurt.’

’That’s so wrong of him, Seren. You should definitely give him a taste of his own medicine tonight. Go bite him and make him bleed.’

’Yes, I will.’

As Oriana’s mind raced with concern over the drunken conversation they’d had, she couldn’t help but worry, ’I hope she didn’t actually try to bite King Drayce. I don’t want to be labelled as a bad influence on innocent lady like her.’

"Um, Your Majesty, I was drunk, and it was just idle chatter," Oriana explained tentatively.

Seren arched a brow. "Are you implying that I need to make you drink every time just so you’ll address me by name?"

"No, I mean... you didn’t actually follow through with what we talked about, did you?" Oriana asked, hesitatingly.

"I’ll tell you everything if you promise to always address me by name," Seren insisted firmly. "It’s an order, one for us to remain friends forever. Am I such a terrible person that you’re hesitant to be my friend?"

"No, Your Majesty. In fact, it’s an honor to have you consider me your friend. I... I will comply with your request," Oriana replied, feeling the weight of Seren’s words.

"Good. Now, I’ll take this medicine. My head is pounding," Seren pulled out one pill and swallowed it. She then looked at Oriana, a hint of gratitude in her expression. "I truly did enjoy myself last time, thanks to you. Though my head is aching now, it was worth it."

"I’m glad you feel that way," Oriana responded politely. "I hope you were alright last night."

"I was fine, but Drayce wasn’t," Seren replied with a sigh.

Oriana couldn’t help but gulp nervously. ’Did she really try to bite her husband? I was the one who encouraged her.’

"What happened?" Oriana asked hesitantly.

"I bit Dray," Seren confessed, pouting beneath her veil.

"You really did?" Oriana almost exclaimed in surprise.

"You said you beat your husband, so why can’t I bite mine?" Seren retorted, noticing Oriana’s astonishment.

"Do you... do you remember all that conversation, Seren?" Oriana felt a flush of embarrassment.

How could she have casually discussed using her powers to beat Arlan? It was suppose to be between her and Arlan only.