The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 546

Chapter 546: Talk About Dragon Tattoo

Seemingly sensing her inner conflict, Arlan spoke, his tone gentle yet firm, "You are my wife, and you have the right to know the other side of me, my past, and who I was."

"I would like to see it," she replied, meeting his gaze with unwavering determination.

"Just don’t be scared," he cautioned as he stepped back, creating a distance between them.

With a deep breath, Arlan closed his eyes, standing still in his place. Gradually, the left half of his face till the exposed part of his neck, began to transform, adorned with a pattern of gold scale-like designs. Under the bright sunlight streaming in from the window, the patterns shimmered and glinted, casting a radiant glow across his skin.

When Arlan reopened his eyes, Oriana beheld a sight she had never seen before. His right eye remained its familiar blue hue, but the left one had transformed into a mesmerizing mix of red and gold, swirling with flashes of light.

Oriana’s gaze remained fixed on his face, devoid of any hint of fear. She descended from the desk, taking a step closer to him. Arlan stood rooted to his spot, watching her approach with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. Her eyes brimmed with curiosity, locked onto him with unwavering fascination.

She raised her hand, her fingertips gently brushing along the intricate gold scale pattern adorning the left half of his face—from his forehead down to his nose, cheek, and even his jawline. Arlan simply watched her, his expression a mix of curiosity and uncertainty.

"Aren’t you scared?" he asked, surprised by her calm demeanor as she examined him.

She shook her head, her attention returning to his eyes. "I am a demoness," she replied matter-of-factly. "You probably look even prettier than I do in my demoness form." Her fingers traced the scales boldly along his neck. "It’s beautiful."

Arlan hadn’t expected her to use that word. He knew there was nothing conventionally beautiful about this side of him. He chuckled softly, "You don’t have to be so polite about it."

She met his gaze squarely. "I mean what I said. Maybe what you find ugly, the demoness inside me finds beautiful. This scale pattern is shining like beautiful body art, like a tattoo. I wouldn’t mind if your entire body were covered in them."

Arlan was speechless. He had been reluctant to reveal this side of himself, yet here his wife was, expressing a desire for his entire body to be adorned in these gold scale pattern. Her taste was indeed peculiar, but perhaps, as she said, it was a demoness thing.

She tiptoed, planting a tender peck on his left cheek and nuzzling against it for a moment, holding him closer. Once again, Oriana managed to surprise Arlan.

"I wonder if you would have said and done the same if these scales were not just a design but actual scales, like when I am in my Dragon form, and they could truly hurt," he commented, his tone tinged with curiosity.

She pulled back and looked at him quizzically. "Dragon form? You mean a real Dragon? A gold Dragon?"

Arlan nodded solemnly. "I suppose that’s what I mean."

"Can you transform?" she inquired eagerly.

He hesitated for a moment before replying, "Hmm," and closed his eyes. When he reopened them, the scales had vanished, and his eyes matched in color.

"Can I see it?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.