306: Bite The Finger

Bite The Finger

"We won't take much of your time. Your master is busy. I saw her with her husband still enjoying dancing with him. We are just eager to know the beauty of another kingdom better," other one informed.2

So these two were aware she was with the Queen of Megaris but still dared to stop her.

"I still have to be there," Oriana walked ahead but one of the men held her hand. She jerked off his hand and glared at him, warning him to stay away from her.

Both of them were taken aback by her glare but found it amusing and didn't wish to give up. 

"Such a feisty young woman. I am sure you are so beautiful that you have to use this veil to cover your face. But even if you are ugly, we don't mind."

'Drunken jerks,' she cursed in her mind, walked ahead in that hallway to get away from them. Arguing with them was not of any use. All she wanted was to stop herself from beating them and causing a commotion.

More than them, she was scared of her own temper and reckless actions. If it was not for the sake of affecting Seren's image, she would have beaten them up the moment they touched her hand.

The two men didn't stop and instead called for the guards who were standing at fixed distance to guard the corridor, "Get her," and looked at her with a wicked smirk. They were drunk and noble so they would not bother themselves with such a task. All they needed the guards to drag her to their feet.

Oriana was stunned hearing it. 'Do they not fear to offend the King and the Queen of Megaris? Who are these scumbags?'

Seeing the guards ready to get her, she ran away from there. She knew she was good at running, even though that long dress was causing her a little trouble. She Grabbed the front of her dress with her both hands to lift it up a little and ran away in that corridor. 

'I will hide somewhere for a while. Then I will find a way to return to Her Majesty. If I can't, I will just stay put and I am sure Her Majesty will notice my absence and ask to look for me. All I need to do is to hide and not get caught by these men or I will be forced to beat them to pulp.'

As everyone was busy with the ball, the corridors were entirely quiet except for a few more Othinian guards she found on the way, but they clearly ignored her. She realized those scumbags were from Othinia and they used two guards to catch her, so the rest of the guards were not willing to meddle and offend those two men. 

'Bunch of jerks.'

She angrily glared at them and continued to run in that long corridor. She turned her head around to look back and found those two men standing in their places, admiring her running away while having disgusting smiles on their faces.

She gritted her teeth and decided to not look back at all and needed to not get caught by those two guards.

'His Highness is right. I am a magnet to troubles. Even when I want to be quiet and peaceful, the troubles follow me anyway. What kind of sins I have committed in previous life to face troubles again and again and to not have peace in life at all.'

She blindly ran along the corridor to get away from those two guards and found a turn ahead. Without thinking she took a turn in the closed corridor seemingly having doors on both sides on the walls. Just after a while, when she ran further away, she found it was the end of the corridor.

'What the....' she gritted her teeth, 'how can it end here? Such a huge palace it is.'

There was no other way except for returning to from where she had come and then get caught by those guards.

'Talk about the bad luck,' she frowned, 'and I am born with it.'

She turned around and heard the footsteps of the guards who would be taking the turn in that corridor, and she would be caught. 

'What to do? Do I have no other option but to beat them now?'

Just as she thought it, someone held her hand and pulled her inside the room which was closer to where she was standing. Even before she could make a sound, her mouth was covered by a manly palm and a familiar scent enveloped her senses.

She stopped panicking as she knew who this manly scent belonged to. Though she could not see him clearly in the dark, she knew who he was. She could not mistake him for someone else. Every nerve of her body could feel it was him. 

The Crown Prince of Griven, the man who had been on her mind all the time recently.

She was so engrossed at the realization that she didn't realize the door of the room was closed on its own. 

He removed the hand from her mouth slowly, while gazing into her eyes. 

"Your Highness?"

He put a finger on her veil covered lips, "Shh!"

Puzzled Oriana kept quiet as if she was meant to obey him and continued to look back at him. He did not move his finger away from her lips, instead he gently traced it along her soft plum lips, in the dark his gaze was trying to see her reaction.

For a moment, Oriana felt like forgetting about what was going outside and wished to give all her attention to him only. Whenever he was close to her, she knew she happened to lose her rationally. 

They heard the voices from outside of the door.

"Where did she go?"

"Search for her."

"She must be here in one of the rooms."

Oriana understood why he had asked her to stay quiet, but why was he still not moving his finger away from her lips? 

Oriana felt like biting it but feared as her senses told her the consequences would not be good. 

'If he won't stop soon, I won't hold back then.'

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