When Petals Meet The Blade (Priscilla and Waldo) novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125

“Priscilla, stop being so stubborn. Whatever it is, we’ll discuss it once we’re back at the manor,” Waldo said, frowning,

But Davon interjected with a slow smile, “Oh? Is Priscilla living under your roof now? Without name or title, Waldo, it hardly seems fair to her

He paused, feigning sudden realization, then laughed and said, “Unless… congratulations are in order? When will you be inviting me to your wedding feast?”

Waldo’s face darkened, while Priscilla’s turned deathly pale.

Everyone knew Consort Adele favored Jessica as her future daughter–in–law. Waldo, who had always been obedient to his mother’s wishes, had nøver once dared to defy her.

He had once vowed eternal love to Priscilla–swearing it would always be just the two of them–but behind her back, he and Consort Adele were already planning to marry Jessica into the family.

At first, he had even promised, “Even if I marry Jessica, my heart

ill belong only to you.” Foolish and naïve, Priscilla had believed him.

Now, as she looked at him, a cold bitterness welled up in her chest. Jessica hadn’t even married in yet, and Waldo was already helping her trample me underfoot. What would happen once Jessica truly entered Waldo House? Would I even have a place there anymore?”

Suppressing the ache in her heart, Priscilla gave a cold laugh. “His Highness is noble beyond compare. A girl like me, with no background to speak of- how could I ever dream of reaching so high?”

Davon smiled faintly. “So you’re saying the rumors of you and Waldo being together are untrue?”

“Of course not,” Priscillà said crisply, without hesitation.

Waldo glared at her, wanting to speak, but the words stuck in his throat, boiling with rage he could not express.

To his shock, Davon said, “In that case, may I have the honor of inviting you to stay at my estate for a few days? I’ve heard much about your unmatched

skills in riding and archery–I would love to learn a thing or two.”

“Davon, Priscilla is mine!” Waldo snapped, unable to contain his fury. Inviting his woman so publicly–what exactly was Davon plotting?

But Priscilla merely sneered, her voice icy as she shot back, “And who said I belong to you? Waldo, just because you have no shame doesn’t mean I don’t. I have nothing to do with you.”

Of course she could hear the deliberate favor in Davon’s invitation, but so what?

In that instant, all the confidence Jessica had shattered in her was stitched back together, stronger than ever.

She didn’t need to stoop to fighting over a man. ‘Was she the kind of woman who couldn’t survive without a man’s favor? Absolutely not.‘

Turning to Davon, she smiled radiantly. “Since you’re so sincere, how could I possibly refuse?”

Waldo hadn’t expected her to actually accept Davon’s invitation, and he felt a wave of disbelief crash over him.

He thought, ‘Has she lost her mind? Does she not see that Davon is only doing this to humiliate me?‘

“Priscilla, don’t be ridiculous,” Waldo hissed, grabbing her wrist hard.” back with me.”