She Belongs To The Devil

After taking a one-day break, George returned from Mihir to Wyverndale to continue spying on everything that was happening in Wyverndale. He reached to his hideout place in the Golden Street before the sunrise and crashed for a while to recuperate the energy that he expended while running.

When the sun wasn't even shining, he heard the sound of countless hooves running across the street. He would have ignored it if it was just a few horses. But the sound of hooves almost didn't stop.

"Why are they taking out so many horses at once? Did something big happen when I was gone for a day?" George got up from the bed and then went and gulped down a vile of potion before stepping closer to the window and opening the curtains.

He narrowed his eyes on the street and he could tell that the ones riding the horses weren't the typical soldiers but the messengers. "Hmm… why are so many messengers taking off? Is something about to happen soon?"

"I have to find out whatever it is. It does seem like a big deal considering the countless messengers being sent out." George carefully studied the face of the messengers that passed by the street. He picked up a target and smirked.

Then he quickly put on his clothes and went to the roof of the house that he was hiding at. He kept on watching his target until his eyes could catch them. And then he jumped across the roofs of the houses like a blur and caught up with that messenger in no time.

He sneakily followed that messenger so that he could trap them when they would reach a secluded area.

After a while, that messenger was about to cross a narrow path through the forest. George ran a little further ahead and lay down while blocking the path. He then pretended to be asleep.

The messenger arrived at where he was in no time. He could hear the horse neighing loudly and the messenger getting off of the horse. A sweet smell entered his nose, almost prompting him to grab that messenger and dig his fangs.

"Sir, are you alright?" he could hear a sweet voice calling out to him and he could feel that messenger leaning closer to him.

He slowly fluttered his eyelashes and opened his eyes. He seductively stretched his arms and looked into the light brown eyes of the woman who was already enchanted by his looks.

He held his head and pretended to not know how he was sleeping in the middle of the road. "Where am I? How did I get here? Ugh! My head hurts so much."

That messenger gulped and took a deep breath in before asking, "Sir, will you tell me where you live? I can help you get back to your home."

"Will you help me get up first?" George offered his cold and slender hand to that woman.

And she happily took his hand and helped him up. While she was flustered and lost in his cold touch, George managed to sneakily take a look at her and her backpack that was loaded on the horse. It looked like the scrolls were in her backpack.

"Sir, you are so cold. Let me help you to get to your home," the messenger offered her help again.

George smiled and gladly took her help. "Yes, please. I don't think I can walk. My legs are so numb." He put his arms around that woman's shoulder and acted as if he was not even able to handle the weight of his own body. And he asked in an enchanting tone, "Will you take me to the Golden Street? I live there."

The woman couldn't deny when a handsome and helpless man was asking for her help. So she walked him to her horse and then asked, "Sir, will you be able to get on the horse on your own? I will have to climb first."

"Yes, I will manage," George gave a warm smile to that messenger and watched her get on her horse.

He didn't waste any time and easily mounted the horse. The messenger made the horse turn around and then they headed towards the Golden Street.

While on the way, he sneakily looked into the backpack that was sitting in between him and the messenger. He took out a scroll and carefully opened it. He then pretended to rest his head on that woman's back and read the contents of the scroll.

His red eyes almost popped out when he realized that the scroll was an invitation to the wedding ceremony of none other than Princess Adeline. He rolled back the scroll and thought to himself, "Oh lord! Why is this happening? And how? Last I checked, Princess Adeline was not seeing any suitors."

He wanted to know if there was any mistake from his side when gathering information so he rested his chin on that messenger's shoulder and asked in his melodious voice, "Milady, is some disaster befalling the Kingdom? I think I heard a lot of horses running around. I don't know if I was dreaming or if it was real though."

That messenger was barely managing to focus on the path when she heard him speak so close to her ear. And before her mind could register that the marriage was still a secret to the public, she ended up revealing it to George, "No, it is rather the opposite. A great thing is about to happen. Our Future Queen is getting married."

George acted to be surprised and asked, "Really? With whom?"

"I heard that he was the Second Prince of Romania," that woman replied very readily.

And George finally asked what he had wanted to ask, "Second Prince huh? Was he seeing the Princess for a long time?"

The messenger shook her head and denied, "No. We had never seen the Prince before. He came to the Palace yesterday and everything was fixed. Everyone in the Palace is surprised by how fast everything is happening."

"Hmm. So everything happened in a single day…" he let out a quiet sigh and thought to himself, "How did that Second Prince come out of nowhere and made the Princess agree to a marriage? That also on the very day when I was not here?"

They were approaching the Golden Street already, so George asked the messenger, "Milady, you can drop me off here. I live close by."

"Sure." The messenger stopped the horse on the side of the road and then before George got off from the horse, she asked, "Sir, do I need to walk you to your house or will you manage on your own."

George got off from the horse and then gave a polite smile to the messenger. "I've already troubled you a lot, milady. And my legs feel a little better than before. So, I will walk on my own." He gave a gentle bow added, "Thank you for showing kindness to me."

"No problem, sir," the messenger smiled while blushing. And then she headed back to where she was originally going.

George took a deep sigh and his face looked like dark clouds, ready to downpour at any moment.. "The King is going to be so mad when he hears this news."