Chapter 340: Doubting Brother's Preference

On the other hand, Arlan marveled at her long silky hair, strands like threads of golden sunset. It was the one of the things that made a deep impression on him during their first encounter in the forest of the Wimark Estate. 

The cheeky trespasser who interfered in his hunt and stabbed his royal body, the image of a black-clothed woman with the most beautiful red-blond hair. 

'Even her hair smells like honeysuckles.' He could not help but comb through them with his fingers.

"Your Highness, are you doing my hair?" she asked tentatively. 

"What do you think?" He threw a question back at her, and Oriana found him skillfully working with her long hair like he knew what to do with it.

"Do you know how to style a woman's hair?"

"Should I not know?" 

She frowned at his gimmick of not answering her directly and throwing questions back at her. She rolled her eyes. 'I shouldn't have asked.'