Chương 391: Despicable Wretch

In the still of the night, Oriana couldn't shake off her concerns about Arlan's unsettling words. Her thoughts swirled as she mulled over her options. 'I hope the commander intervenes if he arrives,' she thought, her anxiety evident. 'Otherwise, I might have no choice but to employ my powers. I'd rather not reveal my true nature as a witch, but this arrogant Prince seems to leave me with no alternative.'

Oriana lay in her bed, the tension in the room palpable, when a sudden knock on her chamber door shattered the silence. Startled, she sprung to a sitting position, her heart racing. However, the unease evaporated as soon as she recognized the voice.

"Your Highness, it's me, Ana," the door creaked open, and Ana entered, her presence bringing a sense of relief.

"What's the matter?" Oriana inquired, striving to regain her composure.

"Your Highness, the Crown Prince is here," Ana conveyed, her tone slightly hesitant. "He's gone to see Lord Verner."