Witch's Daughter And The Devil's Son

After required investigation and planning the next step, Drayce returned to Megraris guest mansion while Arlan and Cian returned to their own respective mansion by the evening.

Upon entering the mansion, his wife's sweet voice braced his ears. From what he could hear, it appeared that Seren was talking to Oriana and the elf Yorian. He remembered, on Arlan's request, he had made Seren call Oriana to stay by her side so Arlan could rest assured about his mate who was skilled in putting herself in trouble.

"...and who is this Lady Evanthe and Lady Sierra? Why do you hold them in such high regards?" It was Oriana's voice.

"Lady Evanthe is my mother-in-law, the most powerful White Witch and the Queen of your race." He heard Seren reply.

"Oh!"

"...and Lady Sierra…"

Drayce halted in his steps, seemingly focused on what his wife would say. There was a long pause before Seren could answer. Drayce could feel the emotional turmoil in her.

"...she is my mother, a witch as well."

From the tone of her voice, Drayce could discern the sadness in her voice. He wished there would be a day soon when Sierra admits it to her and Seren could call her mother without any restrain.

"But Lord Yorian said you are not a witch, Your Majesty. How come your mother…" Another of Oriana's questions he heard.

"It's a complicated matter," was all Seren said and there was silence.

Drayce reached the door of the room where the servant standing outside, knocked on the door and announced his arrival.

When he entered the room, he watched Oriana standing up and bowing to greet him, Drayce accepted her greetings and went to his wife. After overhearing the part of their conversation, especially the part of Seren mentioning her mother, it worried him but Seren looked fine to him. It was a relief.

That pair of purple eyes squarely met his red ones. "You left in the morning and returned in the evening. You seem to forget about your wife, Your Majesty."

"Arlan and I decided to contribute to Prince Cian's investigation."

"Did you find anything?"

"We did," he informed her, "but I wish to inform you that you should persuade your brother to take care of his hand. He is way too careless."

"What? What happened now?" Seren exclaimed.

While these husband and wife were talking, forgetting others around them, Oriana was trying to find a chance to excuse herself, but she had to wait to not interrupt the couple's conversation.

Yorian offered her an assuring nod, as if telling her to wait for a while.

"I will go check on him." Seren stood up.

Finally, Oriana found a chance. "Your Majesty, I should head back to my master. I will take my leave then."

Seren looked at her. "No, wait, I mean, you are coming with me to check on my brother. You are his physician."

Oriana could not reject it. "His Highness Prince Arlan must have returned as well. I have to first go and inform them."

"I will send a servant to inform Prince Arlan. Do not worry," Seren offered and Oriana could not reject.

"Let's go, then," Seren said. She was ready to leave, but Drayce held her hand to stop her. "I have just returned yet you're already leaving me? Let Oriana do her job first. You can go to your brother after you spend some time with me."

"But…"

"In your presence, he will only try to hide his injuries to not let you worry about him," Drayce interrupted her.

His words made sense to Seren and she gave Oriana an apologetic look.

"No worries, Your Majesty. I will head to your brother first."

Getting an approving nod from Seren, Oriana left.

"Are you trying to create trouble for poor soul, King Drayce?" Yorian chuckled. "Do you think she can handle your overbearing friend later?"

Puzzled, Seren eyed her husband before looking at the grinning elf. "What are you talking about?"

"Do not pay attention to him, my Queen," Drayce said. "You should pay attention to your husband who missed you the entire day."

"You don't want to tell me. You are trying to change the topic. "

"Am I successful then?"

"You have to tell me later."

"Sure."

Drayce held her hand and the couple departed the room, leaving Yorian shaking his head, thinking about Oriana. 'That poor child.'

As they stepped out, Drayce stopped and instructed Marie, "Send a message to Griven guest mansion that Orian has gone to the guest mansion of Abetha to treat Prince Cian's injury," and left with Seren.

"Dray, what are you trying to do with Oriana?" Seren asked worriedly as they entered their chamber.

Drayce made her sit on the couch and proceeded to remove his clothes as he walked towards the wooden stand, "My Queen, would you mind if I took your brother's help to make my friend a little jealous?"

Seren now understood her husband's intentions. "Uhm, not that I mind but you might put my brother in danger. I see Prince Arlan is over possessive. If it angers him, my human brother might not be able to stand the wrath of a Dragon."

Drayce removed his dark robe and hung it on the wooden stand, left only in his dark pants, his torso exposed to his wife's eyes. He walked towards her who suddenly had her eyes glued to his exposed body.

"Prince Cian can handle him," Drayce reached her, "Do not worry."

Seren seemingly forgot what they were talking about, nodded involuntarily.

"Drayce leaned over her, his hands resting on the back of the chair, "Did you hear what I just said, my Queen?"

"Huh?" she moved her gaze from his half naked body to his face as she raised her head up. "Did you say something?"

The smirk on his lips widened to see how every time his wife was mesmerized seeing him like this. "I was saying how about you help me bathe and you nodded."

"Did I?" She felt puzzled. Was she lost to this extent to not know what he was talking even?

"Hmm," Drayce nodded and held her hand and guided her to the bath. What left behind was Seren's confused voice echoing inside the bath.

"...Dray, I don't remember I said yes to it. Weren't we talking about my brother?..."

"...Wait, don't put me in water…"

"...Don't remove my clothes…"

"...Dray, you tricked me…"

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Meanwhile at the guest Mansion of Abetha.

"Your Highness, physician Orian is here to treat you," Eliot informed Cian, who had just changed into fresh set of clothes.

Cian raised a brow as it was evening and that aide should be with her possessive master, Prince Arlan.

"Her Majesty, Queen Seren has sent him," Eliot added.

"I will be there," Cian assured.

'I am sure it's not my sister but her husband's idea to trouble his friend. These two friends are up to wasting my time. Never mind, I will get to know more about this woman. She dared to intrude in my study. Brave or rather silly.'