He Is Mine

Oriana turned her attention back to the unconscious Arlan and softly spoke, "Your Highness, I must leave your side for a moment. But don't worry, I will be back soon." Her gaze held tenderness, a stark contrast to the anger and darkness that had filled her eyes during her conversation with the witch. She even offered a gentle smile, as if could even see it. She let Arlan lay on the cold floor, her hand releasing its gentle hold on him.

'I must maintain my composure.'

She rose to her feet, facing the dark part of the room. "You are incredibly delusional, you wretched witch. Why don't you come out and let me see how unsightly you are, hiding your ugliness in the shadows."