349: Is It Because I Am A Black Witch?

Is It Because I Am A Black Witch?

She pressed her lips in thin line as she looked at him with worry. The next moment she removed her jacket and shirt and put them aside, leaving herself in her chest band and pants she was wearing. 2

Without a second thought, she slipped beneath the blanket, wrapping her arms around the prince's trembling form, trying to provide him a warmth from her body. It was the basic thing to do when there was a need.

 'Perhaps, not only my body warmth but my affinity as a black witch might aid in countering the effects of this dark magic,' she contemplated, determined to do whatever it took to alleviate his suffering.

Gradually, she sensed his body stopped trembling. She couldn't help but be surprised. Clinging tightly to him, her arms securely wrapped around his form, she gazed at his now serene face, absent of any furrowed brows.

'It's working much faster than I expected. Even though I shared my body warmth, the effect should have taken longer,' she mused. A certain realization began to take root in her mind.

'Is it because I am a Black Witch?'

She observed him once more and he looked very comfortable with her next to him. There was no sign of pain on his face.

'It sure is connected to me being a black witch. I don't understand the 'why' or 'how', but it seems to have lessened the grip of the evil black magic on his body.'

With this newfound insight, the young witch refused to release her hold on him, drifting into slumber while ensuring his comfort remained her utmost priority.

As dawn broke, Arlan was the first to awaken, greeted by a truly unexpected sight the moment he opened his eyes—a beautiful, peaceful face, fast asleep and facing him. However, his morning astonishment didn't end there. His gaze wandered downward, drawn by an enchanting curiosity.

In her slumber, she had inadvertently cast aside the blanket, exposing her delicate form to the man beside her. His eyes trailed from her graceful neck, down to the chest band that securely encased her, granting tantalizing glimpses of soft curves beneath. Further south, her shapely waist, adorned in fair, unshielded skin, lay open to his gaze.

He couldn't help but swallow hard, her presence stirring undeniable excitement within him. Reluctantly, he redirected his gaze to her face, his focus landing on her plump lips. Desire pulsed through him, but he halted, realizing something that her mere presence had caused him to forget.

'So she had seen me like that again previous night.'

He shut his eyes briefly, not pleased by the fact that she had seen him at his most vulnerable state for the second time. He could only curse at himself for that. A man would never want his woman to see him in such a pathetic state.

When he finally opened his eyes, Arlan found Oriana's sleepy eyes looking at him. She was awake already when he was busy frowning at himself.

Seeing those frown lines and destress in his eyes, Oriana misunderstood that Arlan was in pain. 

Without hesitation, she swiftly sat up in bed and leaned closer to him, her concern evident as she inquired, "Your Highness, are you feeling unwell?"

Lying in bed, Arlan observed the anxious woman, who was half naked and was daringly sitting in his bed, so close at that.

Before he could utter a word, she reached for his hand and held it firmly, her focus shifting to check his pulse.

"Pulse appears normal," she remarked, her brows furrowing in contemplation. Arlan's gaze, however, remained drawn to her half-naked, alluring form.

"Hmm? Why is your pulse rate suddenly rising?" she questioned, her eyes filled with concern as she released his hand and leaned in to examine his eyes, not knowing the further closeness would only affect the man more.

"Everything seems fine," she mumbled in confusion.

The close proximity only served to quicken his heartbeat even more, leaving Arlan flustered and uncertain.

She retreated slightly, studying him. "Your Highness, do you experience any pain or discomfort anywhere?"

Unbeknownst to the focused physician, it was her presence that was causing his discomfort, and Arlan struggled to provide an answer.

"Your Highness?" she urged him to respond.

With an inward sigh, he finally said, "Why don't you take a look at yourself, instead?"

"Huh?" She felt perplexed but glanced down at herself, her eyes widening in shock.

She was about to let out a startled scream when a large hand swiftly covered her mouth.

"Ugh!"

Even before she could utter a sound, the hand prevented her. Her own hand instinctively moved to shield her exposed chest as she shot the Prince an indignant look. Though she had chest bind, still she could not help but feel exposed. 

"It's not the first time I've seen you like this, so don't overreact," Arlan admonished.

'Overreact? I-I was just startled seeing myself exposed,' she thought, but couldn't voice her thoughts as the Prince's hand remained firmly over her mouth.

"Also, I'm not the one who removed your clothes, so don't give me that accusing look. In fact, I could accuse you of attempting to seduce me," he added, his gaze holding a mocking edge.

Her eyes flashed with anger, and she forcefully shrugged his hand away from her mouth, immediately grabbing the corner of the blanket to cover her chest.

She scoffed indignantly at his words. "Trying to seduce you?"

Ignoring her sarcastic response, he leaned in closer, his eyes locked onto hers. "Do you know the consequences of trying to seduce me at this hour? Can you imagine what I could do to you?"

Her face flushed with embarrassment, and she lowered her gaze. "I-I was just trying to help, Your Highness, when you were feeling cold in the night."

"And how did you help me?"

"I just did what I thought was right."

His playful gaze remained fixed on her, his voice taunting. "Did it feel good to hold me so close?"

She met his gaze with anger, gritting her teeth. "I was acting as your physician, Your Highness. Kindly do not misunderstand my intentions or insult my profession."

"I think I understand your intentions quite clearly," he retorted.

Her frustration grew, and she clenched her teeth. "My grandfather was right. People can be so ungrateful when you're simply trying to help them. I was wrong to help you."

Spotting her shirt and jacket on the bedside table, she swiftly grabbed them and left the bed. She went to the bathroom to wear her clothes as she had no patience left to face this perverted Prince. Once she came out, she made her way towards the door of the chamber, not sparing a glance to the Prince

Arlan didn't stop her either as he simply watched her storm out of his chamber. Instead, he gave out a sigh of relief.

He knew he had upset her but this act was Arlan's attempt to divert her from asking him any questions about the previous night's incident He knew, she was not the kind to keep quiet and he had no will to let her know anything, in fact one should know it ever.

'Next time I have to make sure she won't be in the palace and won't see me like that again.'

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