When Petals Meet The Blade (Priscilla and Waldo) novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The first time Jessica Yates saw Priscilla Mcbride, the woman who will soon steal her everything, was when Priscilla attempted i Waldo Francls.

Priscilla falled and was taptured. But rather than punishing her, Waldo found Priscilla to be unlike any other girl he had encountered

“So, you’re the daughter of Pat Mcbride Waldo narrowed his eyes and studied the ragged girl in front of him. “Look up, lat me see your lack”

Waldo was the War God of the Army—the Butcher of Novigrad feared and obeyed by every soldier in his command.

But Priscilla, despite facing his anger, remained defiant and unafraid. “Kill me or torture in, it’s up to you if I, Priscilla, even flinch, then I’m not worthy to be the daughter of Pati

She was tough and full of pride, and her bold attitude made a deep impression on Waldo.

Waldo grabbed her chin, lifting her filthy face, “You are act so insolently in front of me! You really h

ly have no fear of death!”

“Let go of me!” Priscilla struggled, but she couldn’t break free. Sie glared at him, her eyes full of fury “Bastard, if you have the guts, just kill mer”

Ho should’ve been enraged. Instead, his lips curled with interest. “The first woman to curse me to my face. Mah. How interesting.”

At that moment, A strange feeling tightened in Jessica’s chest. The exchange between the two made her feel like she was nothing more than a bystander in their drama.

Later, Waldo’s actions made her realize just how true that feeling was. She had truly become a part of their dangerous dance of love and hata.

To force Priscilla to betray her father’s remaining forces, Waldo had her imprisoned and interrogated–personally.

At the same time, he had crushed Pat Mcbride’s rebellion and was reorganizing his army, preparing for a glorious return to Capitalia.

Jessica, his military strategist, found herself with little to do after the victory. Her days were now filled with books, embroidery and waiting.

Their wedding was set for the first day of the next month–a marriage arranged by her late parents. Since childhood, she and Waldo had been the perfect match–admired, envied, inseparable.

She was eagerly looking forward to the ceremony, sewing her wedding gown by hand.

But lately, Waldo seemed unusually busy. At first, he would returh every evening to share meals with her, but soon entire days would pass without her seeing him at all.

The servants said he was still focused on eliminating the remnants of Pat’s faction, riding across the desert with Priscilla, pressuring her to reveal the hiding places of her family’s allies.

It was said that Priscilla had a fierce temper, and at first, she was willing to die rather than betray them.

“Since she was willing to die, why did she eventually give up the location of her family’s allies?” Jessica casually asked when her maid Monica Garza started gossiping

Monica replied, “It’s said that His Highness finally persuaded her, making her realize that those people who had harmed the border city’s civilians were no better than criminals. That’s why she chose to betray her family for the greater good.”

“So, Priscilla did something worthy of praise?” Jessica slowed her stitching for a moment, but then continued her work.

Monica snorted, “Her father was a major criminal. Even if she did something good, it doesn’t erase her past. But His Highness, being a great hero, probably won’t hold it against a little girl. Since she handed over the traitors, he probably won’t punish her.”

Jessica said nothing. But unease crept in.

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