When Petals Meet The Blade (Priscilla and Waldo) novel Chapter 130

Waldo opened his mouth, wanting to explain that Jessica wasn’t what Priscilla thought she wasn’t that kind of person at all in truth, Jesse Faults, but at her core, she wasn’t a bad woman.

As for Davon, it was obvious he was only using Jessica to humiliate him. That foolish girl actually believed Davon had real feelings for her

Still, Priscilla hadn’t gone to Davon’s house. Instead, she had waited outside his own gates for half the day and just that alone was enough to fill

Waldo’s heart with warmth.

There was no need to argue with her. Let her say what she wanted. None of it truly mattered anymore.

“It’s all in the past now, Priscilla,” Waldo said, pulling her into his arms, utterly content, “From now on, we’ll be together, and no one will tear us apart again. And don’t go picking fights with Jessica anymore. She’s… not that bad.”

“You’re still speaking up for her?” Priscilla shoved him hard, her temper flaring at once.

Waldo let out a helpless sigh. “Alright, alright–she’s awful. She’s nothing compared to you, happy now? Let’s just forget about today. You’re back, and that’s all that matters. Come on, you need to have your injuries treated. You’ve been out there all day–aren’t you feeling miserable?”

When Priscilla had stormed off this morning, saying she would

hollow inside.

go

to Davon’s house, Waldo had returned to an empty estate, and for the first time, he felt

Part of that hollowness was because Priscilla was gone–but part of it… he couldn’t even explain.

He only knew that suddenly, there was no one left. Jessica wouldn’t even spare him a glance anymore.

In that moment, it felt like everyone had abandoned him.

Now that Priscilla had come back, at least he wasn’t alone.

Waldo’s heart surged with relief. Whatever Priscilla said now, he let it slide without protest.

She hadn’t stepped foot into Davon’s estate–that was all that mattered.

If she had, then Consort Adele and the King would have never allowed her to stay with him afterward. Their bond would have been severed for good.

Overflowing with happiness, Waldo hurried her inside and summoned a female physician to tend to her wounds.

Because Priscilla had spent the entire day outside without eating, exhausted, wounded, and pale as a sheet, Waldo’s heart ached at the sight of her. He quickly ordered the kitchen to prepare a hot meal.

Just as they were about to eat, Hughie, whom he had sent out to gather information, returned in haste.

“Your Highness, urgent news,” Hughie said from the doorway.

“I’ll be right back. You start eating first,” Waldo said gently to Priscilla, giving her a tender look before stepping outside.

With no one else around, Hughie wasted no time reporting, “Today, Prince Davon spent half the day at the Yates estate.”

“Half a day?” Waldo’s brow furrowed, his tone growing cold. “He must’ve realized Garbisch won’t be joining Waldo House’s hunting party this year and went to poach him instead.”

‘That damned Davon,‘ Waldo thought darkly. Unable to win favor with the King, losing ground wherever he went–he seized every petty opportunity to challenge me. That smiling, gracious mask hides the blackest heart of them all