The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 251

Chapter 251: A Perfect Replica

Cian put the hair chain inside his coat pocket and sat on the couch beside Oriana. She undid the bandage and asked Cian about the intensity of pain he was feeling, along with a series of questions about what strenuous activities he did the past few days.

"No swordfighting?"

"I swear. I have not held a sword since last time."

She checked his hand once more before giving it another massage with herbal oil.

"The bone is healing properly, but still, I recommend His Highness to not overwork your wrist. Avoid using a sword for time being till it’s completely healed in two weeks. I will teach you how to massage your hand, so that starting tomorrow, you can do it on your own with the ointment I’ll be giving you."

Aside from the prince, Cian’s personal aide also took note of Oriana’s instructions.

She proceeded to bandage his hand. Once she kept her things back in the case, Cian asked, "Your Master allowed you to come here?"

Oriana had the feeling that this prince knew exactly how petty her master was. "His Highness did give me permission."

Cian stared at her for a while, his thoughts unknown. Then, he gave her a polite smile.

"I thank you for your services, Physician Orian."

"It is my honor, Your Highness."

"Then, there is no need for you to come check on me. I won’t burden you anymore—"

"What burden?" Oriana laughed. "We physicians exist because there are people to heal. We enjoy this, not burdened at all. It’s contradictory to say this, but I hope there is no new injury next time we meet. Please take good care of yourself, Your Highness."

She left after receiving a small payment from his aide, but as to whether it was truly small, that was relative to who’s asking. With a rather cheery mood, she entered the gates, enjoying the night breeze while she played with the pouch heavy with gold.

’How many coins have I earned from this trip so far? Counting in the salary as a royal servant...’

It was deep into the night by the time she returned to the guest mansion of Griven. From the outside, only a handful of rooms still had their lights lit. Most people appeared to have gone to sleep.

’Oh no! I was not paying attention to the time! HIs Highness must have already had his meal. Then, I must head to his chamber—’

She abruptly stopped as she recalled an unsavory memory. Her hand briefly touched her neck, and felt the thin layer of sweat on her skin.

’I guess I’ll go wash up first. Last time I ran between two mansions, he said I stink. I shall wash off the sweat first before going to him.’

"Orian, you are finally back," Damien remarked the moment she stepped inside the foyer.

"Apologies. Were you waiting for me? Where is his Highness?"

"In his chamber. You should hurry and resume your duty."

"I will be there in a bit!" she shouted as she ran towards her room.

Oriana washed herself as fast as humanly possible.

’I don’t think I smell bad even after sweating but that brat’s nose seems to be as sensitive as a dog’s.’

Oriana paused in place and stiffly moved to face her colleague, an awkward smile gracing her lips. _{freёwebnovel.com}