Witch's Daughter And The Devil's Son Chapter 715: Reward

Chapter 715: Reward

On the fourth day of the conference, Drayace had left to attend it. During the conference, as usual he came across King of Thevailes, Samer Vailes, but this time Drayce's attention was caught by something else. There were traces of black magic on Samer which took him by surprise.

The conference continued but Drayce's mind was swirling around why Samer had traces of black magic on him and why was he suddenly so reckless to let it be shown.

'Is that witch trying to show her presence now, intentionally?'

After the conference was over, Drayce returned to the guest mansion and shared this finding with Arlan and Yorian. Yorian a.s.sured him to discover more about it and keep a watch on the guest mansion of Thevailes.

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In the evening, while Drayce was speaking with Yorian inside his study, the King's attendant announced the arrival of an unexpected visitor.

"Your Majesty, Miss Oriana wishes to see you. Do you wish to grant her an audience?"

Drayce and Yorian looked at each other in surprise.

"Send her in."

After a while, a woman with long reddish blond hair wearing a simple yet elegant white dress entered the King's study. Drayce almost did not recognize her. For the first time, he was seeing Oriana in a woman's attire, and unlike her sneaky and mischievous form of a boy, she looked like a prim-and-proper young lady.

'Idiot Arlan is missing on things,' Drayce sighed as he heard her greet them. "Good evening, Your Majesty," and then she looked at Yorian, "Good evening, my lord."

Drayce offered her a light nod and asked, "You can state the purpose of your visit."

Oriana glanced at Yorian's direction. The elf smiled at her. "I shall leave you two to talk."

"It's alright, Lord Yorian. Please stay," Oriana said before returning her attention to the red-eyed king. "Yesterday, Your Majesty offered to reward me for saving Her Majesty."

Drayce observed the determination in that pair of eyes. "Hmm, seems like you have finally made a decision, Oriana."

She seemed to be surprised by the way Drayce called her, he used her real name. "I have made my decision," she informed.

Drayce could guess her intentions but this is what he had planned and was waiting for her to come to him. To his surprise, she was there earlier than he had expected.

"Tell me, what is it you desire?"

"Your Majesty, as you mentioned, you've agreed to grant any of my request within your power. What I seek is something well within your capabilities," Oriana began, her voice measured yet resolute.

Drayce maintained his composure, silently urging her to continue.

"I require Black Nightshade, the banned herb, to treat my ailing grandfather. Following that, I need your a.s.sistance in facilitating my safe disappearance, ensuring I'm never found," Oriana concluded, the weight of her words hanging heavily in the study.

An heavy silence followed, with Oriana's gaze s.h.i.+fting tentatively between the two men, both unreadable.

"And whom or what do you intend to escape?" Drayce's voice pierced the silence.

"No one, Your Majesty. I simply wish to pay my entire attention to treat my grandfather and spend as much time with him as he is old. As I am a royal servant, I won't be allowed to leave so I need your help to get away from here without any trouble."

Drayce scrutinized her, attempting to discern the truth amidst her carefully constructed facade. 'Valid motives intertwined with skillful deceit,' he mused inwardly. 'Can't blame her. Arlan is to blame for hurting her and making her want to run away from him. But that doesn't mean I will go against my friend and send his mate away from him.

"I can surely grant both of your wishes as a reward for saving my wife, but…." Oriana looked at him anxiously only to hear him say, "I was wondering how are you going to pay for scaring my wife the other night when she was looking around the antiques in the room?"

Oriana visibly tensed at his words, her thoughts laid bare by Drayce's pointed inquiry. Sensing her disquiet, he continued, "Did you truly believe an intruder could trespa.s.s within my territory undetected?" he frowned inwardly while he thought, 'and even dare see my wife's face which even I have not seen yet.'

"I-I offer my sincerest apologies, Your Majesty. It was never my intent to cause distress to Her Majesty. The situation unfolded beyond my control. If you deem it appropriate, I am prepared to extend my apology directly to Her Majesty," Oriana interjected, her voice trembling with remorse.

"Do you truly believe a mere apology suffices to soothe her fear?" Drayce countered sharply, his gaze unwavering.

Bowing her head contritely, Oriana murmured, "Then I am prepared to accept any punishment Your Majesty deems fit."

Meanwhile, Yorian, a silent observer, exchanged a meaningful glance with Drayce, silently probing his intentions. Drayce, in response, offered a subtle nod before redirecting his attention to Oriana.

"Since you took your sweet time thinking, I would also like to take a time before granting your wishes," Drayce said, referring to her rejecting his generous offer twice. "You must fulfill what I told you before."

Oriana raised her gaze and looked at him. "What do you mean, Your Majesty?"

"Reveal your ident.i.ty as a woman to Arlan. Only after that I will think about granting your wish," Drayce replied, his tone firm and commanding as if it was not a choice but his decree for her.

Though Arlan was aware of her true ident.i.ty, Drayce wished them both to stop playing hide and seek and not to make things difficult for each other.

Oriana's countenance s.h.i.+fted, betraying a hint of reluctance. "Your Majesty, I..."

"Once you disclose your ident.i.ty to Arlan, I will provide you with a substantial supply of the herb you seek, sufficient to aid your grandfather for the remainder of his days," Drayce interjected firmly. "As for your second request of a.s.sisting you in your safe departure, that shall be granted once you reveal your status as a Black Witch to Arlan."

Oriana stood rooted to the spot, her mind swirling with uncertainty. 'These royals are never trustworthy. This King didn't have any intentions of helping me to begin with but he can't give up acting as a generous King. Generous? A liar and pretentious instead.'

Despite Oriana's outward composure, Drayce sensed the silent storm brewing behind her calm fa?ade, he could feel her silently casting curses his way. Suppressing a smirk, he watched her with a knowing gaze.

"Take your time to consider my offer. Inform me once you've fulfilled the condition," Drayce instructed, his tone unwavering.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Oriana acknowledged with a formal bow before gracefully exiting the study.

As the door closed behind her, Yorian broke the ensuing silence. "King Drayce, for the sake of your friend, aren't you putting yourself in danger?"

"I am acting in the best interest of both of them. In time, they will come to appreciate it," Drayce responded confidently.

"But do not forget, Oriana is the Queen of Witches, and you, a warlock. Should she reclaim her power and ascend to her rightful throne, she will hold authority over you as your Queen. If she decides to take a revenge on you, you may find yourself unable to defy her," Yorian cautioned.

"We shall cross that bridge when we come to it," Drayce replied calmly, his demeanor unwavering in the face of uncertainty.

Yorian chuckled, "It would be amusing to see a powerful Dragon being punished by the Queen of Witches."freewёbn૦νeɭ.com