When Petals Meet The Blade (Priscilla and Waldo) novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

“You still know she’s the only one worthy of being your Queen?” Consort Adele glared at Waldo

waldo quickly replied, “I know exactly what I’m doing”

At the end of the day, Priscilla’s background was far too humble to be considered for h

high society

Waldo thought, “Let’s not even mention how Father would never approve of her becoming my consert–one day, the people of the kingdom wouldn’t accept her as the mother of the nation. The person who can truly support me is Jessick.

But I adore Priscilla–her little temper is part of what makes her charming! The harem can be entrusted to Jessica, but Priscilla will always be my most beloved concubine”

Consort Adele snorted coldly. However, Waldo’s words weren’t completely wrong. A woman could be pampered, but she couldn’t be indulged beyond

reason.

Jessica had become so arrogant and willful simply because of a few accomplishments. She thought she could act however she pleased just because of a little credit, Adele thought, Who gives her the right to treat my son like that?‘

“It wouldn’t hurt to give her a small lesson to remind her not to think too highly of herself. But don’t take it too far–marrying her will only benefit you.”

“understand, Mother.” Waldo nodded.

Consort Adele still looked uneasy. “But she brought this upon herself. Don’t go running to your father to beg for forgiveness. I’m afraid your father will lose respect for you.”

After a moment, Consort Adele added, “Here’s what we’ll do: You let her go and plead with the King to revoke the decree, and then go ahead with the wedding as originally planned.

“When the King gets angry, it will be because of her stubbornness, and she’ll have to deal with the consequences. Let her handle it herself. Don’t get involved.

“Your father will not only be pleased with how you handled things, but he’ll also think you’re being magnanimous, not petty”

Waldo quickly agreed, “That’s exactly what I was thinking”

Consort Adele, after some thought, calmed down a bit. She glanced outside with a lingering sense of distaste

“A wild woman, not even worthy of carrying Jessica’s shoes. I truly don’t understand what you see in her.”

That question had crossed Waldo’s mind several times after he carried Priscilla back.

She had been beaten, and her already rough skin–far from delicate–was now even worse, covered in bruises and blood. She looked wild and unrefined.

His thoughts then turned to Jessica’s hands,

Jessica’s hands were the most beautiful he had ever seen. Her fingers were slender and elegant, her skin smooth like fine jewel

When her hands touched the piano, even before she played, you could already hear the most beautiful music in your mind.

Now, seeing Priscilla’s back after the treatment, Waldo was lost in thought for a long time.

It wasn’t until Priscilla woke up and saw him staring at her disheveled state that she blushed with shame and frustration. “Look at what you’ve d

Waldo snapped out of his daze. As he saw her red eyes and tear streaked face, his mind involuntarily flashed to the image of Jessica silently crying over the people lost on the battlefield.

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Chapter 20

A breeze had blown through, thing a strand of hair that had fallen loosely over her eat..

Her clear, crystaline tears were carted away by the wind, leaving behind a sorrowful image that was seared into his memory.

He shook his head, pulling himhelf back to the present.

Looking at Priscilla, he spoke helplessly, “From now on, don’t act so stubborn in front of my mother. It she really decides to punish you, I won’t be ab protect you. Understand?”

Priscilla finally understood She could tell that Waldo didn’t not want to protect her, but he simply couldn’t.

“Are you really that afraid of your mother?” she asked, feeling wronged. “I thought you were this strong, capable man, that’s why I liked you so much!”

Her words softened Waldo’s heart, and he quickly reassured her, “She’s my mother. No matter how much I am about you, I can’t openly daly her. Priscilla. I know you don’t like the royal rules, but-

“if you know I don’t like them, then why s

y still insist I follow them?”