The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 552

Chapter 552: Serious Talk

In the chamber, Arlan pulled a chair close to Oriana’s bed and settled in for the entire night, a steadfast sentinel watching over her while she was cocooned in the comforting presence of Snowflake. He hesitated to disturb their tranquility, knowing how crucial it was for Oriana’s body to mend without interruption.

The following morning, Oriana stirred, enveloped in a cocoon of warmth that embraced her like a mother’s love—a sensation foreign to her until now. As she reached out her hand, she encountered nothing but softness beneath her touch.

Slowly, she blinked her eyes open, greeted by the sight of snow-white fur surrounding her. Even in her drowsy state, she recognized the familiar texture and lifted her gaze, meeting the piercing frost-blue eyes of Snowflake.

The wolf lay beside her, nestled in her bed, and Oriana couldn’t help but feel a rush of delight at the unexpected sight. Instead of annoyance, she felt a deep sense of comfort holding her beloved pet close.

"Snowflake, what are you doing here?" she murmured softly.

A familiar voice responded to her query. "She’s aiding in your healing process," Arlan explained, his presence near her bedside reassuring.

Turning her gaze to Arlan, Oriana observed him standing there, clad in fresh attire and prepared for the day ahead. It dawned on her that, once again, she had overslept. The events of the previous day flooded back into her memory, reminding her of the ordeal she had endured.

"Good morning," Arlan greeted, making his way toward her.

"Morning," Oriana replied, feeling a twinge of guilt as he approached, aware that he now knew her body was beginning to feel the effects of their situation.

As Arlan reached the bed, Oriana attempted to sit up, and Snowflake graciously made room by stepping down the bed as her master was now healed. Arlan settled beside her, lending a supportive hand to help her into a comfortable position.

Taking her hand, Arlan gently checked her pulse, relieved to find it steady and her strength returning. "How are you feeling now?" he still inquired.

"Um... I feel fine now," Oriana replied softly, her gaze dropping as she hesitated to broach the events of the previous day. "Yesterday... I..."

"I know," Arlan interjected gently, not wanting to add to her discomfort. "Did it hurt a lot?"

He could still recall how much she was in and how it made him feel helpless.

Oriana nodded, her expression anxious as she met his gaze. "Will you send me to the Demon realm now?" she asked, her fear of the unknown palpable.

"Why would I send you to strangers?" he replied gently, understanding her fear of going to the Demon realm. "You are my wife and you are meant to stay here with me by my side. You must have been one among them in your previous life, but now you belong to me. Do know that, you have nothing to do with them. We have a solution to protect your body and you won’t be in pain."

"What is it?" Oriana inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Instead of offering an immediate response, Arlan regarded her silently, his thoughts in turmoil.

"There isn’t one, is there?" she pressed anxiously.

"Your body has fully recovered with snowflake by your side, hasn’t it?" Arlan countered with a question of his own.

Oriana pondered his words for a moment before nodding. "It did."

"Snowflake is a magical beast and possesses magical abilities. You are her master so she can use her powers to help you heal," Arlan elucidated.

"No wonder I didn’t want to part with her. It’s unusually comforting," she commented and looked at Snowflake, "Thank you for healing me, Snowflake."

In response, Snowflake, who had settled herself comfortably on the carpeted floor, emitted a soft growl of acknowledgment.

Turning back to Arlan, Oriana concluded, "So, as long as I have Snowflake, I’ll be alright."