The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 646

Chapter 646: Visiting Aurialor

After the Rainier family left, Arlan arrived at the Verner Mansion and found Oriana gazing at her mother’s portrait in the drawing room.

She noticed his arrival and turned to look at him. "If you had been here a little earlier, you could have met them."

"I was caught up with something, so I got delayed," he said, approaching her. "I met them at the palace anyway."

"What were you busy with?" she asked.

A few servants entered, carrying a large portrait covered with a silk cloth.

"What is that?" she inquired.

Arlan remained silent as the servants hung the portrait next to Amaya’s. When they removed the cloth, Oriana was stunned.

"Grandpa?"

"Yes."

She looked at him, "When was this made?"

"After your grandfather woke up, my mother arranged for an artist to paint it."

"Mother?"

"She must have thought you would miss him. But the artist could only complete half of it before your grandfather passed away."

"And the rest?" she asked, realizing something. "Did you finish it?"

"Yes."

"Thank you," her eyes filled with tears as she hugged him. "I still need to thank you for clearing my grandfather’s name. It’s such a relief to know he didn’t kill your mother."

"Yes, he didn’t."

She looked at him. "But I know that memory will always stay with you, and it was my grandfather’s sword that killed her. I won’t ask you to forget it or change your thoughts. If my family hadn’t sought help from yours, none of this would have happened."

He wiped the tears from her cheeks. "You mentioned you still need to thank me for a few things. How do you plan to do that?"

Her brows knitted in frustration. "Here I am getting emotional, and you’re thinking about something else? Shouldn’t you at least try to comfort me?"

"That’s exactly what I’m doing. I know only one way to comfort you, and it can successfully make you forget everything."

She pushed him away. "Pervert."

Seeing she was no longer sad, Arlan informed her, "We’re leaving for Aurialor."

"Now?"

"Yes. Don’t you want to visit your family’s place?"

"I do. How are we getting there?"

Arlan raised an eyebrow as if she had asked a silly question, and she didn’t press further.

As she was led to the royal court of the palace, she could imagine her grandfather sitting on the throne, speaking with his ministers. She approached the throne and touched the armrest, feeling a connection to Philip.

’Grandpa must have looked impressive sitting here as a king.’

Arlan approached her. "It’s yours to sit on now."

She looked at him, and he offered his hand. She accepted it, and he guided her to sit on the throne. The moment she sat down, she felt as if it truly belonged to her, sensing the power the throne possessed.

"You look like you are meant for it," Arlan commented. "Princess Oriana Laurien."

A light smile painted her lips, her eyes filled with various emotions. Jasper brought a wooden box with him and opened it in front of Oriana. "Her Majesty, Queen Seren, has sent this gift for you."

Oriana looked at the box. Inside was a delicately crafted crown made of gold, adorned with tiny jade lotuses at the center.

"Her Majesty said this crown would look prettiest if Your Highness wore it."

Oriana felt touched. Since the moment she had met the King and Queen of Megaris, they had done nothing but help and protect her. Though they were not present at this moment, their well wishes and familial care were still with her.

"Thank you so much, Lord Makedon," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "Once I meet Her Majesty, I will thank her personally."

"May I?" Arlan asked to which Oriana nodded.

He put that delicate crown that perfectly fit on her head, looking beautiful as it shown softly.

Imber, Rafal, Noel, Jasper and a few Aurialor knights present there, clapped and congratulated her.

Only a few people were present there to witness this. There was no crown ceremony for her as Oriana didn’t want it. She had not expected that they would still arrange this beautiful crown for her.