The Devil's Betrothed
Chapter 409: You Can Be A Queen Of Witches

Chapter 409: You Can Be A Queen Of Witches

"Is there a possibility that, in a fit of anger, they might disregard who the woman is and become intimate with her though she is not his mate? I feel like this Dragon doesn’t adhere to the fundamental rules of divine beasts and can be intimate with any woman."

"Are you referring to yourself?" Yorian asked calmly, prepared to listen further.

Oriana nodded. "Don’t they simply wait for their mate? How can he..."

"If he treats you differently, do you think you could become his mate?" Yorian inquired.

"Me? His mate?" she retorted with a frown of irritation. "I would rather die than be his mate and forced into intimacy with that rascal under the guise of fulfilling a bond."

"Sometime’s mates are destined and sometimes divine beasts can choose someone on their own by initiation bond with marking. What if you give it a try?" Yorian asked, his gaze curiously observing each her expressions.

She chuckled like she had heard something funny. "He would never choose me as his mate. If he were to do so, it would only provide me with a better opportunity for my revenge," she added with a sinister smile. "What could be more devastating for a dragon than being rejected by its mate? It’s like killing him without any weapons or violence."

When he was expecting to see a ray of hope in her, she totally shocked him with her intentions. Yorian leaned his head on the windowsill and folded his hands in front of his chest. "I thought I had encountered enough cruelty in life, but you seem to prove me wrong, Oriana."

Her response remained unswayed by his words. "Yes, I may be cruel, but it’s he who molded me into this person. Who asked him to inflict harm on my grandfather and subject us to such treatment? He was the one who sought me out. The more cruel he is to me, the harsher his own fate becomes."

Yorian let out a resigned sigh. ’There’s no use in informing her that she is his mate; it would undoubtedly lead to trouble for them both,’ he thought. ’These two are impossible. Let’s concentrate on resolving the pressing issue of that evil witch at hand. There must be a reason behind Prince Arlan’s mistreatment of his mate and his efforts to distance himself from her. For now, I should place my trust in him rather than this fiery-tempered witch and refrain from disclosing her status as his mate.’

"Tonight, we shall attempt to enter the territory of that witch," Yorian declared.

Oriana’s spirits lifted at the prospect. "Yes, let’s proceed with that. I am eager to make that witch pay for tarnishing the reputation of the entire Black Witch clan due to her selfish actions. People tend to assume all Black Witches are malevolent."

"I believe you possess the ability to bring her to justice, in fact, only you can," Yorian affirmed. His intention referring to her being a Queen of Witches and she held the power of punishing anyone from her race. She was above all the witches.

"Do I appear that powerful to you, Lord Yorian? I’ve only recently started to tap into my powers, and I still feel like a novice when it comes to magic."

"Sometimes one needs a catalyst to reach their full potential, which emerges like a storm and destroy everything in its path. I anticipate something like that happening with you," Yorian said.

She sighed, "Perhaps the only thing that could truly trigger me is witnessing harm to my grandfather. But nothing occurred. Maybe I’m simply an ordinary witch who needs extensive training to harness her knowledge."

"Keep practicing. Who knows, one day you might become so powerful that you ascend to the position of Queen of the Witches," Yorian said, his expression serious as he wished to see how she would react to the possibility of being a Queen of Witches.

She laughed at the notion. "Lord Yorian, you jest. Queen of Witches is born and not made and I was certainly not born as one. Moreover, If a feeble witch like me were to become queen, there would be no future for my clan. Furthermore, I have no desire to assume such a heavy responsibility, forsaking my carefree life. I am content as I am. After dealing with that evil witch and securing mine and my grandfather’s freedom, I will likely never use magic again and continue to live as an ordinary healer."

"You certainly lack ambition," he commented, sounding a tad bored.

"I do have an ambition, and it’s to reclaim my freedom," she replied with a smile. "Now, let’s focus on our plans for tonight."

Yorian gave her a cautionary look. "Choose your words carefully, Oriana. If someone overhears, they might misinterpret it," he said, that someone he referred was surely Arlan. A Dragon would go mad if he hears it. Thankfully, he had cast a spell around Oriana’s location to ensure that Arlan wouldn’t be able to eavesdrop. Yorian could deal with him but Oriana would not be able to stand the anger of crazy dragon.

Oriana looked puzzled for a moment, then nodded understandingly. "I see. Let’s strategize on how to infiltrate that witch’s lair."

Yorian nodded and approached her as he looked at her, ’She might accept the reality of her existence once she experiences what good she can bring to others by using her power in a good way? I shall give her sometime.’

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Inside Arlan’s study at Thistle Palace, the Crown Prince was seated in his chair, positioned to face the window. His gaze was fixed on the clear sky beyond, his hand instinctively moving to his injured lips, fingers lightly brushing the unhealed wound. What weighed heavily on his mind was the lingering memory of Oriana’s blood, a taste that remained etched in his thoughts.

"Could it be because she’s my mate?" he pondered internally, a subtle furrow forming on his brow. "Do Dragon love the taste of their mate’s blood?’ His internal musings were tinged with a frown. ’I was close to losing control, driven to crave more for her blood. This Dragon within me must be utterly irrational, desiring the blood of his own mate.’