Provoking a Graceful Bloom Novel

---- Chapter 208 Qiana vaulted onto her horse and rode forward. The mount moved swiftly, and she drew her longbow with practiced ease. As the horse approached the target, a sharp whistle pierced the air. The arrow flew and struck the bullseye with perfect precision Her skill was undeniable, yet to those who had witnessed Aurora and Yvette, Qiana's shot seemed comparatively muted. But as she circled back, the guard who had gone to retrieve her arrow suddenly cried out in astonishment. "Three! There are three arrows!" What? Three arrows?

Save for a handful of the most discerning archers, the spectators were stunned. They had seen only a single shot. How could there be three? Had the guard miscounted? The guard retrieved the three arrows and hurried to Wilfred, kneeling and holding them up with both hands. "Your Majesties, Lady Qiana truly released three arrows in succession!" Three arrows! How had she managed it? None of them had seen ---- her draw a second or third shot. Suddenly, a clear, hearty laugh rang out from nearby. "Lady Qiana's rapid-fire skill is truly impressive.

Had | not been paying close attention just now, | wouldn't have realized it. Her speed is simply unbelievable!" It was Elias, who had indeed seen that Qiana had fired three arrows in rapid succession. However, the speed had been so blindingly fast that the others had barely registered it. Three shots, executed in a blink, even earning praise from the Dawnmerian prince! After that, who could doubt her skill? Wilfred laughed heartily. "Excellent! Truly excellent!

The ladies of the Duke of Blackmoor's family are remarkable indeed!" A burst of applause erupted across the field, yet it was quickly silenced. The final member of the team was about to mount her horse. Selena, known as the most beautiful lady in the capital, was breathtaking in every sense. She wore a sleek, well-fitted black outfit that accentuated every curve of her body. Her figure was flawless, her waist delicate and supple. Even sitting atop her horse, her long, slender legs stretched gracefully. Just her silhouette alone could be considered the finest work of art in the world.

---- Her face, natural and free of makeup, was striking. Her long hair tied high gave her a hint of masculine boldness, yet she possessed a natural charm and allure that ordinary women simply didn't have. She was beautiful in a way that left everyone speechless. Men stared, lost in admiration, forgetting themselves entirely. Frederick had seen her countless times over the years, yet each glimpse felt as though he was seeing an even more captivating, almost bewitching side of her. Selena was extraordinary.

Even as a prince, he sometimes felt a pang of inadequacy in the radiance that seemed to follow her everywhere. Part of the reason he had been so happy with Freya was that she was ordinary. Her simplicity allowed him to preserve a sense of pride he might have lost otherwise. Now, Selena sat upright on her horse, poised and dazzling. For a moment, Frederick was genuinely captivated. A clear, cheerful laugh rang out from beside him "Lady Campbell is truly the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Her waist is so slender, it seems it could snap with a touch.

One can't help but be captivated." Frederick's eyes darkened. He turned away and addressed Mira, who had just spoken. ---- "She's beautiful, | agree, but far too fragile." He needed a woman who could ride and fight at his side, commanding respect on the battlefield. For all her brilliance, Selena was too delicate. She belonged behind closed doors, sheltered and protected. By that measure alone, she was far surpassed by the Talmar sisters.