The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67: Arlan Sensing Oriana

The next day, Oriana woke up at the crack of dawn and went to the market to begin her search early, hoping to cover more area that day. To her dismay, she heard the same replies from every person she approached.

"Did I mishear the shop name from Master Cenric?" she muttered after another disappointing inquiry. "How come no one has heard about this shop?"

Her stomach grumbled. Only then did she remember her last meal was before leaving Ken’s house. She was too engrossed with the search, she did not even realize it was already afternoon.

’It’s late but I should go find myself a cheap restaurant.’

Just as she wondered where to eat, she heard a sudden commotion. People were heading towards the main road, as if to see something exciting.

"What is happening?"

Oriana followed the crowd, but due to her small height, she could not see what was happening. She was far from the main road, but the very next moment, she watched everyone on the roadside falling on their knees, as if to pay respect to whoever was passing.

"What is this?" she gasped. ’Even the Wimark Family’s carriage doesn’t receive this kind of welcome in Jerusha.’

Horns and drums could be heard, followed by a series of marching city guards. A procession of valiant-looking knights in white uniform came after, all of them riding the most beautiful horses Oriana had ever seen. At a distance, she could see several luxurious carriages, some of them gilded in gold, being pulled by six white stallions each.

The flag bearer was holding a large flag with the symbol of a silver oak tree, surrounded by green vines with a single golden lotus blossom at the base. An emblem of virtue and strength and the symbol of the Cromwell Family.

’Are they royalty?’

She heard those behind her talking.

"See that first carriage with the royal crest? The escorts are knights from the Order of Thistle. That should be His Highness the Crown Prince’s carriage."

"I wonder if today we could get to see him."

Oriana found the carriage they were referring to. She was standing far away, but she could see the glass window of that royal carriage had its curtains drawn close.

"The second carriage has an oak tree and a rose. That should be Her Majesty the Queen, and the next one has a hibiscus, so it must be His Highness the Second Prince."

"They are returning from the Kingdom of Abetha after having the wedding of the Second Prince."

"Oh, His Highness is bringing home his new wife."

"His wife is..."

"Indeed, from what I heard..."

This was another eye-opening experience for Oriana. The Cromwells might be a well-respected powerful family, but as the ruling class of Griven, their personal lives were open for the public to see. Every move they made and every word they said seemed to be the favorite topic of conversation by folks from all walks of life. They were praised and loved, but also judged and scrutinized.

She could not help but wonder how suffocating that kind of life was.