The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 737

Chapter 737: I Am Going to Marry Her

Rowan let out a mirthless chuckle. "Then there’s no point in discussing this. Either way, you would have rejected her."

"I wouldn’t have rejected her," Lucian countered, his voice calm but resolute. "I would have asked His Majesty for some time, then I would’ve spoken to Erin myself to hear what she thought. She once told me she didn’t want to go to the northeast. Her opinion would’ve mattered to me."

Rowan’s gaze remained cold. "And if she had told you she didn’t want to leave the capital, would you have stayed here?"

"No." Lucian’s expression softened, but his determination didn’t waver. "I would have courted her until she wanted to go to the northeast with me."

A flicker of surprise passed through Rowan’s eyes as Lucian continued.

"No one, not even the king, would have forced her into a marriage she didn’t want. She would’ve married me because she wanted to—willingly. I would have never rejected her. She’s not someone I could ever reject."

Once again, silence fell over the room.

Rowan stepped away, sank into his chair, and picked up his wine glass. His voice was bitter. "So, my sister was hurt for no reason."

"You mean Erin liked Lucian as well?" Nathaniel asked.

"If not, why would have bothered with him?" Rowan frowned.

Rafal remained speechless for a moment before finally asking, "Yesterday, you said there was a woman you liked. Who is she?"

"It’s Erin," Lucian replied without hesitation and declared. "And she’s the one I’m going to marry."

"You can’t make that decision alone," Rowan cut in, his tone sharp. "You can only marry her if she agrees."

"She will," Lucian said confidently.

Rafal added. "You could just explain everything to her—tell her what you told us. Once she knows you never rejected her—"

"There’s no need," Lucian interrupted, his voice calm and resolute. "She’ll say yes to me either way."

"So sure of yourself, huh?" Rowan scoffed. "You underestimate my sister. And she has already agreed to marry Aaron. She is the kind of woman to value her words."

Lucian met Rowan’s gaze without flinching. "Don’t worry about it." He turned his attention to Aaron, who had already returned to his seat, wine glass in hand, looking unaffected by the conversation. "Aaron, I like Erin, and she won’t marry anyone else but me."

Aaron’s expression remained neutral. "As long as she agrees to marry you."

"She will," Lucian replied with unwavering certainty.

Aaron gave a small nod and gestured toward the wine. "Sit. Have some wine. You must’ve gotten cold wandering around outside for so long."

Lucian sat in the chair beside Aaron, who handed him a glass of wine. Lucian accepted it without a word.

There was no conflict between two brother over a woman, as if both were just having a causal conversation about what one wants.

Arthur chuckled, watching the exchange. "Now I get it. This explains why you’ve been in such a foul mood lately, Lucian—and why Rowan’s been at your throat all the time."

Rowan shot Lucian a warning glance. "No one’s allowed to hurt my sister. I won’t be merciful."

Lucian met his gaze evenly. "I won’t hurt her."

Rowan shifted his focus to Aaron. "Thanks for coming here. If you hadn’t, things would’ve stayed a mess for who knows how long. Your cousin is as dense as you."

Aaron’s remained impassive. "I’d do anything for him—as long as he’s happy."

"Wait!" Nathaniel, who had been silently stewing, finally spoke. "So all of this was Rowan’s plan?"