Provoking a Graceful Bloom Novel

---- Chapter 130 Frederick opened his mouth, intending to say that Selena wasn't so terrible, and that she wasn't the sort to truly harm anyone. In 'truth, she was genuinely decent. As for Theodore, the truth was far simpler. He was merely using Freya to humiliate Frederick. And yet, the girl truly believed the third prince had feelings for her. However, Freya hadn't gone to Tranquil Estate. She hadn't been fooled and had waited outside for Frederick for half a day. That alone was enough to lift his spirits. As for her words, they needed no rebuttal as they caused no real harm.

"It's all in the past, Fey. From now on, we'll be together, and no one will ever be able to tear us apart." Frederick held her close, a deep satisfaction warming him. "And don't trouble yourself with Lena again. She isn't truly a bad person, you know." Freya pushed him away, her anger flaring anew. "You dare speak for her!" Frederick sighed in exasperation. "Very well, she isn't a good person and is far beneath you, alright? Let today be over. You're back now, that's what matters. Now, hurry inside and tend to your wounds.

You've been at this all day, surely you must be exhausted." ---- When Freya had threatened to go to Theodore's estate earlier, Frederick had returned to his residence with a hollow emptiness in his chest. Part of it came from her absence, and part of it... he couldn't even name. With no one beside him, and Selena unwilling to glance his way, he had felt utterly abandoned. Now that Freya had returned, he was no longer alone. His heart soared. Whatever she might say, he couldn't bring himself to argue. She had not gone to Tranquil Estate, and that alone was a relief.

Had she gone, their fates would have been sealed. Ruth and Wilfred would never have allowed him to keep Freya at Hawthorne Estate, and their story together would have ended. In a better mood now, Frederick guided Freya inside, then summoned a female court physician to dress her wounds. Freya had spent the entire day outside and had hardly eaten anything. Now, exhausted, famished, and nursing her injuries, her complexion was extremely pale. His heart aching at the sight, Frederick quickly ordered that supper be prepared for her.

During supper, William, who had been sent to gather news, returned. "Your Highness, urgent news," he announced, pausing at the doorway. ---- "tll be right back. Carry on with your meal," Frederick said gently, casting a warm glance at Freya before stepping outside. William stood just outside the door. With no one else present, he spoke quickly, "Your Highness, Prince Theodore spent the better part of today at Blackmoor Estate." "The better part of the day?" Frederick's brow furrowed, his tone hardening.

"He must have realized that Sebastian won't be joining my hunting team this year and is trying to poach him!" That persistent brother of his! Unable to best him before the king and constantly outdone elsewhere, he now seized every opportunity to oppose Frederick. Though outwardly courteous, he was in truth, the most cunning and ruthless of them all. Since he failed to lure Freya to his residence today, he had now set his sights on Sebastian! "But given the current state of our relationship with the Campbell family, General Campbell will surely refuse to join our team this year.

And with the Obsidian Monarch's return, his team will likely enter the hunt as well. Without General Campbell, | fear our chances of victory are greatly diminished." William seemed to suddenly recall something, then added, "One of my men saw Ms. Lester at Blackmoor Estate, escorting Lady Campbell away. It seems Lady Ruth wishes to persuade Lady ---- Campbell to set aside her personal grievances, so that General Campbell might join your team as always.

Whether Lady Campbell will agree remains uncertain." "And if she refuses, does that mean we can't win?" Freya stepped out of the room, glaring at William. "Do you truly think Sebastian is the only one skilled in mounted archery?"