Provoking a Graceful Bloom Novel

---- Chapter 129 Freya waited another half hour, and at last, she could wait no longer. Before darkness fell, she strode swiftly toward the gates of Hawthorne Estate. No one stopped her. With everyone knowing Frederick favored her, who would dare stop her? And yet, the absence of resistance only irritated her further. "What on earth is Frederick thinking? Why has he still not come out to meet me?" The two gatekeepers trembled. "Ms. Talmar, His Highness is unaware you have been waiting for him." "I've been pacing out here for ages! How can he not know?" Freya's face flushed with anger.

"Did it never occur to either of you to notify him? Are you both simpletons?" The guards exchanged guilty glances. Of course, they were not simpletons. But she was hardly a guest. If she refused to enter, what business was it of theirs? They had done their duty by waiting. No one could stop her from returning. Still, the woman's notorious temper made anyone hesitant to speak. "| shall inform His Highness immediately," one guard said, ---- hurrying inside Moments later, he returned, looking troubled. "His Highness says... He says it is your right to go wherever you wish." "That scum!

How utterly unfair!" Freya could contain herself no longer. She strode through the gates and approached Moonchase Pavilion. The sight of the nameplate above the door sent her into a fury. She snatched a sword from the guard stationed at the pavilion door, leapt into the air, and split the plaque above her head clean in two with a sharp crack. But that wasn't enough to satisfy her. When the fragments fell, she stomped on them repeatedly, pounding them underfoot with all her strength.

The motion was too violent, making her wounds begin to ache again with a dull, persistent pain that drained the color from her face. When Frederick finally appeared, he found her standing atop the shattered sign, face alight with fury and disdain. "Fey!" Seeing her still clad in the clothes she had worn when injured, his heart clenched, and he immediately stepped forward. But the thought of her stubborn pride and resolute will to follow Theodore back to his estate slowed his steps. ---- After all, his heart still carried a measure of grievance.

Seeing him emerge at last, Freya flung down the sword and strode forward, her anger blazing "What on earth is the meaning of this, scum? | waited for you for half a day, and you didn't come out to meet me! Have you truly abandoned me? If you didn't want me, why bring me all the way from the desert? Are you mocking me?" "You... waited for me for half a day?" Frederick's surprise was genuine, a warmth spreading through his chest. "Didn't you follow Theodore-" "That was only to vex you!" Although Theodore harbored a fondness for her, Freya was no fickle maiden to be swayed so easily.

She looked up, eyes blazing with fury as she glared at Frederick. " If you hadn't always sided with Selena and Sebastian against me, would | have needed to act out against you?" Frederick's heart warmed at her words, the frost thawing in an instant. "You truly were only vexed with me, and not... interested in Theodore?" "Of course! Though Prince Theodore admires me, do you think | am a woman with a heart that shifts at every glance? You've ---- known me long enough, you scum.

Do you really think I'm like Selena?" Selena had just broken off her engagement with Frederick, and was already cozying up to the Obsidian Monarch, even hugging and holding him at the martial arts exhibition. The scandal had spread like wildfire. Everyone knew about it, even Freya. Fortunately, Nathaniel was rumored to be hideous and utterly disfigured. A wretch like Selena paired with a monster like him was truly a match made in heaven! At the thought of Nathaniel's grotesque appearance, Freya felt some of her frustration finally ease. After all, Selena was far beneath her.

The best she could hope for was some disfigured creature. In this life, there would be no day where she could truly rise above Freya!