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Moments 107
'That fragrance, I can still smell it. That means she is still around. Seems like bad news for her.'
The Devil's Betrothed
Fantasy · Mynovel20
"My missing betrothed?" Arlan said as the evil smirk painted on his lips, "You mean those criminals? Duke Rhys, they better pray you find them before I do. At most, you will send them to the capital to be imprisoned, but this Crown Prince will have their heads for their crime."
The Devil's Betrothed
Fantasy · Mynovel20
A beautiful woman in her late twenties was standing in front of the table where a luxurious spread of food was arranged. Like Arlan, she too had blue eyes and ash brown hair, the trademark appearance of those with royal blood, only hers were a hue lighter. In her slender arms, there was a small bundle of joy making adorable cooing sounds.
The Devil's Betrothed
Fantasy · Mynovel20
"I will soon get those herbs we need to treat you, Grandpa. Even if I have to sell my soul to the devil, I will find a way to get those herbs for you…"
The Devil's Betrothed
Fantasy · Mynovel20
Black nightshade— a highly poisonous herb banned by the kingdom.
The Devil's Betrothed
Fantasy · Mynovel20
However, a few years ago, his mental faculties began to deteriorate. There were days he would forget doing or saying things, and there were times he would struggle with speaking or calling out her name.
The Devil's Betrothed
Fantasy · Mynovel20
"Ori! You are back? Hmm, why do you smell like horses? Did something happen to you?"
The Devil's Betrothed
Fantasy · Mynovel20
To this statement, her grandfather said nothing and continued stirring the claypot.
The Devil's Betrothed
Fantasy · Mynovel20
"You smell like a horse, and no one can afford horses in this village."
The Devil's Betrothed
Fantasy · Mynovel20
Not the kind that appears in books–-where people could produce fire or fly in the sky—but a kind of magic that would allow her to slightly control wind, which she mostly only uses to protect herself.
The Devil's Betrothed
Fantasy · Mynovel20
'How do I explain this to Grandpa?' she complained. 'If only that deer was not pregnant, I would not have bothered to save her. A decision made out of a whim…ugh! Grandpa was right— I should stop poking my nose into others' business.'
The Devil's Betrothed
Fantasy · Mynovel20
ch 0 2 She Spilled The Royal Blood
The Devil's Betrothed
Fantasy · Mynovel20
"Shortie, I'll ensure I find you and repay your 'kindness.' Your audacity in spilling royal blood won't go unpunished."
The Devil's Betrothed
Fantasy · Mynovel20
The trespasser's response to Arlan's taunt? A swift attempt to trip Arlan's leg, hooking onto his ankle.
The Devil's Betrothed
Fantasy · Mynovel20
he trespasser took advantage of this momentary distraction and rapidly turned around to run away but…it was nothing but a wishful thinking. Before the trespasser could manage to take a step away, Arlan's larger and calloused hand grabbed that knife-wielding hand, restraining that delicate wrist. His arm wrapped across trespasser' throat in a chokehold, capturing that short body in a strong grip as the slender back of the trespasser pressed against his muscular chest.
The Devil's Betrothed
Fantasy · Mynovel20
Arlan surveyed the figure on the ground. "Shall we continue our game of chase, young man?"
The Devil's Betrothed
Fantasy · Mynovel20
Yet, an intruder had appeared, someone who had dared to breach the Duchess of Wimark's private forest, repeatedly interfering with her brother's tranquil hunt on a ground that should have been empty.
The Devil's Betrothed
Fantasy · Mynovel20
Arlan delved further into the thick forest, his focus entirely on tracking down his escaping quarry, a rare prey in this case, not a creature, but a mischievous intruder who had dared to disrupt his leisurely hunt.
The Devil's Betrothed
Fantasy · Mynovel20
Arlan's ocean-blue eyes fixated on the spot where his arrow had landed. He, the Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Griven, a man known as Arlan Cromwell, smoothly drew another arrow from his quiver. With effortless grace, he readied his longbow, the muscles beneath his clothing subtly defined. His dark eyes flickered as a gentle breeze tousled his long, ash-brown hair.
The Devil's Betrothed
Fantasy · Mynovel20
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This kind of charming face, coupled with her interesting personality, Arlan felt the strongest urge to bully her.
The Devil's Betrothed
Fantasy · Mynovel20