The Devil's Betrothed
Chapter 784: Oriana’s Father

Chapter 784: Oriana’s Father

Meanwhile, Oriana and Arlan returned to the cottage Arlan had built for her before the marking ceremony. However, neither of them had been able to go there due to Oriana’s abduction, and the marking ceremony had taken place in an unusual manner in the Demon realm.

When they arrived, neither had the will to admire the beautiful nest the Dragon had built for his mate.

As they settled in bed, Oriana noticed Arlan looked troubled.

She wrapped her arm around his waist, placed her head against his chest, and said, "I have a feeling everything will be fine."

Arlan hummed. "But when powers are involved, uncertainty is always there. I just hope we return without losing anything from our side."

"We will."Just then, Arlan sensed something. The Dragon inside him grew alert at the feeling of someone intruding on his territory.

Oriana felt his restlessness and asked, "What happened?"

Arlan stood up from the bed and headed out of the cottage, ready to attack if it was someone unknown.

"Calm down, Dragon," a familiar voice called out.Arlan turned to the side and saw Yorian standing at a distance. Lowering his guard, he walked toward Yorian.

Oriana followed closely behind.

"Where have you been?" Arlan asked, clearly displeased that they had to worry about this elf’s whereabouts when they had more important things to do. Now that the elf had shown up, he looked completely fine.

"I was with a new friend," Yorian replied coolly.

"And you left us all worried?" Arlan frowned.

Yorian chuckled. "So you do worry about me."

"Having extra hands while fighting a strong enemy would be useful," Arlan countered.

With a light smile on his face, Yorian shook his head and turned to Oriana. "How are you, my demoness?"

"Mind your words, elf?" Arlan pulled Oriana closer, "You should remove word ’My’ whenever you address her.

Yorian ignored him and looked at Oriana to get her reply.

"I am good," she replied, pulling out an awkward smile as her mate was getting angry at the person she was talking to.

"Here we are facing serious trouble, this kingdom was in chaos and you were making new friends?" Arlan said coldly, "You can get lost if you have nothing better to do."

"Arlan calm down," Oriana tried to coax him as she caressed his hand. "I am sure Mr Yorian had a reason."

Arlan kept his gaze on Yorian, "Going to say anything yet?" but then he felt the change in Oriana’s emotions. "What happened?" he looked at the woman who suddenly clung to his arm.

"I felt something familiar," she replied and looked around. "Who’s there?" she called out.

the next moment, a figure dressed in dark clothing appeared a few steps behind Yorian.

Oriana stared at the figure, trying to comprehend something.

Arlan’s eyes changed color as he sensed the darkness emanating from the newcomer, ready to attack, but Yorian stopped him.

"He is my friend," Yorian said.

"He carries darkness around him—a warlock with the power of darkness," Arlan countered. "Since when have you started befriending those with a black witches side?"

"Since the moment I started befriending your wife, the black witch, a queen herself. No one is more dangerous than her," Yorian retorted.

"My wife is an exception. Other than her, no black witch or warlock is welcome in front of me," Arlan snapped as he looked at the tall figure, "Take him away from here, or don’t blame me for being rude and killing your friend."

Yorian chuckled. "Prince Arlan, this is not the way you speak to your father-in-law. It’s indeed very rude."

A moment of silence surrounded the place as the couple seemed to be in a shock.

"Father-in-law?" Arlan repeated in disbelief as he looked at the distant figure, who now walked toward them.

Oriana’s gaze remained locked on him. The familiarity of his aura made her restless as she never felt this way. But in that restlessness there was a longing.

Yorian looked at Oriana. "He is your father, Oriana."

Oriana looked at the elf in disbelief, then turned toward the figure standing directly beside Yorian.

The tall figure was clad entirely in black, his jet-black hair and dark irises exuding an unmistakable presence of darkness.

"My... father...?" Oriana mumbled.

The figure met her gaze. His deep, heavy voice reached her ears, "Yes, I am your father."

Though shocked at the moment, Oriana kept her composure and tried to process it. Her grandfather had told her about his existence and she had already concluded that if her mother was a human, her father was a warlock, also the demon.

She calmed herself and asked the most important thing she had always been wondering. "The one who took my mother away?"

"Yes."

"Is she alive?" Oriana asked feeling skeptical.

"No," the man replied curtly, "I had her body buried somewhere she can rest peacefully, the place she loved."

Now Oriana had so many questions for him, but didn’t know here to began.

Arlan carresed her arm to calm her while looked at Yorian, "Couldn’t you inform us before? Oriana must have been prepared."

"I thought she would love the surprise from me," Yorian replied playfully. "You have returned from the demon realm just now. Let her rest and then we can talk."

"If you were this sensible, you shouldn’t have come here already," Arlan countered, "Now hand over the potion you have brought with yourself."

"So smart you are, Prince Arlan," Yorian said and handed over the potion to Oriana and Arlan, "For you two. It will help you regain energy."

Both of them drank it and Yorian said, "Lets sit somewhere and talk."

"Away from my territory," Arlan warned.

"I almost forgot there’s a dragon’s nest," Yorian sighed and looked at the man next to him, "let’s head towards that tree."

The four went towards the place where Yorian used his magic to create the sitting arrangements. All this while, Oriana would sneak peek at her father, finding it so unreal.