Filled with embarrassnt, Oriana felt Arlan’s warm lips tracing along her neck, his free hand running along her bare thighs, sending shivers down her spine under his delicate and sensitive touches.
’It should be alright. We are married,’ she tried to convince herself, pushing aside her previous thoughts about her family and their sins. She could sense his desire for her, and sowhere deep within, she acknowledged her own attraction to him. They were drawn to each other, always had been.
She had co here to talk about important matters, but now it seed unlikely that any conversation would take place tonight.
Lost in her thoughts, Oriana felt Arlan descending further, his warm lips trailing along the soft flesh of her stomach, signaling what was to co, but...
Rumble!
Suddenly, both of them froze at the sound emanating from Oriana’s stomach.
Rumble!
Oriana covered her face with her hands, a fresh wave of embarrassnt crashing over her, intensifying her mortification. She wished she could dig a hole, bury herself in it and never erge out again.
In the darkness, Arlan moved back, his silhouette visible to Oriana as she peeked through her fingers, unsure of what his reaction would be.
"I... happened to skip... my al today..." Oriana spoke hesitantly, feeling a sense of relief that the room was shrouded in darkness, shielding her face from Arlan’s view, and vice versa.
Without a word, Arlan stepped out of bed and pulled the string by the bedside to ring for a servant.
"I... I didn’t an to..." Oriana faltered, unsure of what else to say. She had unwittingly doused the fiery mont with icy cold water. She wondered if he was angry at this interruption. In the darkness, it was impossible to discern his emotions.
Shortly after, a servant appeared at the door. "Your Highness, you called for ?"
As the lamps inside the room illuminated on their own, Arlan approached the door. Oriana watched him, noticing his shirtless form, clad only in his pants. ’When did he remove his shirt? Tonight, was he really planning to...’
Though hungry at this mont, she could not help but ogle at that view of his perfect back, gulping at the thought of its temptation.
Arlan stood by the door but didn’t open it. "Prepare a quick al for Her Highness. Do not take much ti."
Just as he turned around, Oriana, still naked, suddenly beca aware of her own vulnerability. She quickly covered her chest with her hands, the soft silk bind providing scant cover, and clenched her legs together as she retreated towards the headboard. She couldn’t bring herself to et his gaze, not only because of her nakedness but also due to the embarrassnt her empty stomach had caused.
Arlan froze for a mont, his gaze lingering on Oriana’s nearly naked form before he quickly averted his eyes. It was the first ti he had seen her like this, reminding him of the tempting view of her back when she had secretly bathed in his personal bath.
He turned his attention to the floor where her torn dress lay, rendered unusable in its current state. Walking over, he picked up his jacket from a wooden stand, then approached the bed, keeping his back to Oriana.
"You can wear this," he said, offering her the jacket.
Oriana hesitated, looking at the jacket in his hand. "It’s yours..."
"If you don’t want to go hungry all night, you’d better put it on and cover yourself," he warned, the threat underlying his words evident to her.
Oriana wasted no ti in taking the jacket from him as he walked away. "Your al will be here soon," he added before exiting the room.
’What? Did he just leave? Am I going to be like this when servants serve a al?’ Oriana grumbled to herself as she struggled into the thick, oversized jacket. It reached the mid-thigh and its sleeves hung far past her hands, almost as if they didn’t belong to her at all. She managed to button it up, though it dwarfed her thin fra.
’It’s so heavy. How does he carry this weight all day?’ she mused aloud, feeling the weight of the garnt pressing down on her.
As Oriana sat quietly on the bed, she couldn’t help but wonder, ’How am I going to return to the guest palace in these clothes? I’ll have to ask the servants to bring my clothes once they bring my al. Damn it, I’m starving now.’
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anwhile, outside the room, Arlan paced the corridor, attempting to quell the turmoil within him. The prospect of remaining in the sa room as Oriana was enough to drive him to madness.
His eyes still flickered with changing colors, a sign of the restless Dragon inside him. ’What’s wrong with you today? I know I’m furious about her plans to go to the Demon realm, but you seem even more aggressive than usual. What’s the matter?’
There was no reply as Arlan had never communicated with his Dragon before. In response, it only beca aggressive and this ti not just his eyes but his skin started to have golden scales flashing on it, making it difficult for Arlan to control it.
he realised one thing- Sothing had made this Dragon’s soul agitated since the mont he heard Oriana talking about going to the Demon realm. Was there anything this Dragon’s soul was wary of or wants Oriana to stay away?
’Do not add to my difficulties,’ Arlan warned, his frustration evident. ’I’ve only just started to accept you, so you’d better behave.’
Suddenly, the scales began to fade, but the battle with his inner beast continued to rage within him.
In the midst of his internal struggle, a servant arrived with the al. It was a simple affair, hastily prepared with no extravagance.
"Your Highness, the al," Roman announced, personally delivering it.
Arlan accepted it and instructed, "Arrange comfortable night clothes for her."
"Yes, Your Highness," Roman acknowledged with a bow before departing.
Oriana, who had overheard the conversation from inside the room, felt a wave of relief wash over her at the prospect of finally receiving clothes. However, Arlan’s request for comfortable night clothes left her with a nagging question: did this an she would be spending the night here with him?
Not like she minded it but after what her empty stomach caused, made her feel embarrassed to sleep with him.
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