The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 396

Chapter 396: He Is A Dragon

The next morning, Oriana woke up, her eyes squinting against the bright sunlight streaming into her room. She realized she had slept late, her rest hindered by the events of the previous night. She forced her eyes open, intending to gauge the time by the position of the sun outside the window. However, what she saw left her momentarily incredulous.

"Huh?"

It was as though she had stepped into a dream. A figure occupied the expansive window of her room, gazing outward with their back turned to her. In the brilliant morning light, this person seemed to gleam like a precious gem, their long silver hair gently swaying in the breeze. They exuded an ethereal quality, as if a heavenly being had descended to Earth.

She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, and a familiar manly voice which held a tinge of sweetness along, reached her ears. "Good morning, Oriana."

Recognition dawned, and she promptly sat up in bed. "Lord Yorian."

Yorian swiveled around with graceful agility, one left leg slightly bent, resting on the window sill, with his left hand resting at the knee, his right leg hanging down the window sill while his hand was busy weaving intricate magic that created blossoming images with the touch of his fingertips. He looked like an earthly angel and in Oriana’s eyes he was in fact an angel who was going to answer her questions, always her saviour and a guide into the world of supernaturals.

His playful gaze settled on his magic-wielding hand as he spoke, "You called, and here I am."

Oriana, still adjusting her disheveled attire, felt a twinge of embarrassment as she was wearing a night dress. She had not expected the elf to turn around so abruptly.

He looked at her and inquired, "Was it impolite of me to appear unannounced? I was simply waiting for you to wake up as I didn’t know what to do after arriving here."

"Oh, no. I was just...I am the one to invited you to help me, so it’s alright." She hurriedly left the bed. "I’ll change into my usual clothes."

"No need. I find you quite charming in women’s attire," his lips curved into a teasing smile as he observed her discomfort.

It was not easy to tease her as she was always to confident but now as the opportunity arose, he didn’t miss it. It was amusing to see her vulnerable like this where she carried a charm of a beautiful and shy woman.

"Still, I..."

"Have no worries," Yorian interjected. "To this thousand-year-old elf, you are like a child. I harbor no other interest in you. But there’s something else that interests me more."

"What is it?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Your name," he replied. "Oriana. When I speak it, I feel a warmth spreading through my heart and mind. It’s such a beautiful name for a woman."

"Thank you, Lord Yorian," Oriana responded. "I’ll still change into different attire."

Yorian chuckled playfully and nodded before turning back to his previous position by the window. He gazed out at the bright sky and the palace grounds below.

After some time, Oriana returned, refreshed and attired in a neat dress. She approached the window where the elf was still seated.

"Thank you so much for being here when I needed you," she expressed her gratitude.

"Hmm, then you can repay me later as a token of your thanks," he replied with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Karlin is a truly beautiful city."

"Demon?" Yorian shook his head. "Do not look down on him by calling him a Demon. He’s a Divine beast, much like King Drayce and the King of Agartha, Draven Aramis," Yorian disclosed, his gaze fixed on her to gauge her reaction.

"A dragon?" she exclaimed, disbelief coloring her expression.

"Yes, he’s a gold dragon, much like King Drayce is a red dragon, and King Draven is a black dragon—the most powerful of Divine beasts."

"But I never sensed anything from him. His aura felt entirely human," she questioned.

"Much like how others cannot recognize you as a Black Witch due to the protective measures in place, there are safeguards around Prince Arlan that conceal his true nature. Even a powerful witch like Zaria couldn’t discern his real identity."

"If he’s a dragon, does that mean King Ailwin or the prince’s birth mother are of the same kind?" she inquired. _{freёwebnovel.com}

Yorian shook his head. "No, both of them are humans."

Oriana felt shocked. "Then how is he a dragon? Doesn’t it usually require at least one parent to pass such a heritage to their child? You mentioned before that at least one of my parents had to be from the witch clan."

"That’s true, and in your case, it applies," Yorian explained, "But Prince Arlan’s birth remains a mystery he has never told to anyone. Not even King Drayce knows how Prince Arlan came to be a dragon. The truth lies with either Prince Arlan himself or his father. To be precise, I’m far more curious about it than you are right now."

"So many events have been unfolding recently that I don’t even know where to begin," Oriana mused. "I can’t help but wonder if his birth, his mother’s death, my grandfather fleeing, and that Black Witch in the palace are all interconnected. If I can uncover the truth about the past, I might be able to vindicate my grandfather, and perhaps even learn more about my own family, my parents."

Yorian had been listening attentively, but one phrase particularly caught his attention. "Black Witch in the palace?"