The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94: Nightmare

Nighttime came, yet Oriana’s moody master showed no signs of returning. Other servants would be happy to be idle for an entire day, but that was not the case for her.

’This Lord, if he stays out like this always and I hardly get a chance to interact with him, how am I gonna impress him? What about my plans to enter the palace? Where is he? Has he gone to the brothel again to spend a night?’

She frowned inwardly.

’I can’t waste my days like this. Master Cenric will arrive in Karlin in four days, maybe five if there is delay. I need to do something, but what?’

She continued to pace around in the main chamber, once in a while looking outside the window to see if she could see him returning. However, aside from the patrolling guards, the entire Ahren Residence looked quiet.

’Seems like he is not returning tonight as well,’ she sighed.

In the end, her injured knee began to hurt from all the walking. It no longer bled, but the throbbing pain was uncomfortable.

She went to her room, lay on the bed and began to revise her plans to enter the palace, but soon enough, she fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, she jolted awake, feeling restless.

’Huh? What’s this? When did I fall asleep?’ She sat up in the bed, letting out a yawn. ’Thirsty...I need water...’

She checked the water container on the bedside table, but it was empty.

’I have to go refill the pitcher from the kitchen.’

Still a little drowsy, Oriana opened the door and stepped out of her room, only to get a shock that almost caused her soul to jump out of her body.

There was someone sleeping on her master’s bed!

’Wait, when did the Lord return? I didn’t hear the door open. Why didn’t he wake me up?’ With the help of the dim light streaming in from the window, she saw the figure of a man with long hair lying in bed. She rubbed her sleepy eyes just to make sure. ’Am I seeing right?’

She tiptoed to his bedside and stared at that handsome face through the gauzy curtain of the canopy bed.

’It’s him. He returned yet his attendant was soundly sleeping. Will he punish me tomorrow? He changed into his sleeping robe already. Did another servant help him?’

"...ther..."

’Heh, who would have guessed that the Lord talks in his sleep.’

"...Mother!"

She heard Arlan’s muttering clearly this time.

’What’s wrong with him? Why is he calling for his mother in his sleep?’

Seeing him tossing about, his forehead creased, Oriana realized Arlan was having a nightmare.