A Demoness, Through And Through

Oriana had just finished her bath, feeling relieved that Arlan hadn't disturbed her private time. Wrapped in a bath towel, she peeked out before stepping out, making sure Arlan wasn't there, then marched straight to the side chamber where her wardrobe was.

As she entered the side chamber, Ana arrived. "Good afternoon, Your Highness."

"Ana?" Oriana almost jumped. "You scared me. I thought…" She patted her chest to calm herself.

Ana smiled lightly. "His Highness has returned to the Thistle Palace. His Majesty has requested both of your presence at the Oak Palace," she informed, proceeding with her tasks.

"Oak Palace? Is it something important?" Oriana asked.

"It seems His Majesty wishes to introduce you to the new guests in the palace," Ana replied.

Oriana understood; it was the Marquis and his daughter she was going to meet. "Alright."