244: He Deserves Ugly Witch

He Deserves Ugly Witch

Upon seeing Oriana in the foyer, heading towards the servant quarters,  Neil's expression brightened like a brother seeing a younger sibling's return. He jogged in her direction, smiling pleasantly at her.  0

"Orian! Finally, you are back!"

She laughed at her fellow attendant's silly behavior. "You sound as if I have been gone for five years. You do know I was just in the mansion next to us, right?"

"Though you were just nearby, I never got to see you or your shadow. I must say I missed you here. Not just me but even Damien and…" 

His gaze landed on Rafal, who was climbing down the stairs from the first floor. "Even Sir Rafal missed you as well."

"What are you talking about?" Rafal glared at them. 

"S-Sir Rafal, you kept asking about Orian…"

"Why would I pay attention to the absence of this village boy?" Rafal interrupted him.

"Apologies, Sir Rafal," Neil hurriedly said, but his expression was not even one bit apologetic.

Rafal ignored him and looked at Oriana. "Now you are back, make sure to not slack with your work." He left as soon as he dropped those words. 

Oriana simply rolled her eyes at him. 'Really an ass.' After exchanging a few more words with Neil, she turned to go to her assigned room. 

Entering the room, she noticed it was clean, the bed made and the floor spotless. It was obvious the chambermaid assigned for cleaning did a great job—

'Wait…'

That night, she had made a mess on the floor. The state of the room, the one who cleaned it must have seen the bloodstain on the floor. 

'Didn't anyone ask what happened? From Neil's reaction, looks like no one knows.' The crease on her forehead eased. 'Why am I worrying? If my secret had been leaked out, His Highness would have beheaded me by now for deceiving him.'

It was evening already and Oriana wondered why she was not summoned to do chores. When she went out and asked Neil, he told her, "You can rest today. I heard you were not well after falling into the lake. You can resume your work tomorrow."

Oriana had a hearty meal and went to bed early.

'At least tonight, I don't have to go put that brat to sleep. I have no energy and will to him…' 

Those were her last thoughts as she closed her eyes. 

Arlan was aware of her presence since the moment she had stepped inside the mansion. He could not help but be restless, with her faint scent lingering in the air on the ground floor. As such, he locked himself up in his study, and even his meal, he had them brought to his own chamber.

Yet, even though he kept himself away, his senses were spread around the entire mansion. He knew exactly where she was and who she talked with up until she returned to her room in the servant quarters.

When it was time to retire for the night, he was relieved to hear when Neil told Oriana to rest for the night. If she had come to his chamber, he knew he would go crazy. 

The urge to flee was strong, but Drayce's reminder stopped Arlan from giving in. 

'I can't escape every single time. I need to learn… to control these urges.'

When he lay in the bed, he did nothing but toss and turn and be frustrated. Countless of times, he thought of disappearing from his bedchamber, not caring of his destination as long as it was far enough, but…he kept holding on. 

'I can do it.' 

His unblinking eyes stared at the ceiling, the veins on his shaking hands and arms almost popping out. It felt worse than when he could not sleep from his recurring nightmares.

On the other hand, Oriana was sleeping soundly in her bed, blissfully unaware that a certain someone was almost tortured to death by her existence. 

—-

Because she went to bed early, Oriana woke up early as well. She was well-rested, the kind of a good sleep that left her energetic to start her day. She had a quick bath in the washroom before swiftly returning to her room. A clean set of attendant uniform lay on the bed.

Just as she was binding her chest, she could not help but stare at the unimpressive valley in between her chest. She unwrapped the fabric from her body and could not help but cup herself, pushing them together in an attempt to recreate the deep cleavage in Rosetta's portrait made by Arlan. 

Her breasts were well-proportioned to her slim body, but they were nowhere impressive, certainly a far cry from how ample and shapely Rosetta's were.

Regardless of her motive or affiliation, Rosetta Kezia, or Zaria Lynx, was a beauty blessed with an amazing body. 

'No wonder he drew her cleavage so well. Pervert!' 

Oriana lightly massaged her own chest. 

"Not bad, but…" she sighed. "I keep them bound all the time. How can they grow like hers?"

Pursing her lips, she started securing her chest in a bind once more, more tightly and firmly this time as if to reflect her thoughts, but then her mind wandered somewhere else. 

'Does he like mature beauties like Lady Rosetta? Tall and shapely with a refined lady-like charisma?' At this point, she was gnashing her teeth, not even realizing she was buttoning her shirt wrong. 'Hmph! No wonder he drew her so well, not even missing any detail, down to the mole on her collarbone. While I was nervous about executing the plan properly, he must be having the time of his life ogling her body! Ugh! Perverted brat!'

When she realized her mistake and had to redo her buttons all over again, her frustration only grew. 

'So he likes pretty boys and shapely women? Is that it? Is that his taste? He can chaste both men and women? What a beast!

'That kind of scum sure deserves a horrible witch, the most horrible ugliest witch—no, wait, I am a witch as well, but then I am not ugly so I don't count!'

After getting ready, she resumed her attendant work, ready to face the brat prince.

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