Provoking a Graceful Bloom Novel

---- Chapter 223 Frederick left, his anger burning bright. On his way back, he saw Freya scouring the area, clearly searching for him. Seeing her frantic, furious figure, he only felt irritated, wanting to turn and avoid her. But of course, Freya spotted him. "Fred, where have you been?" She had been trying to restrain herself lately. Ever since her sister arrived, her temper had improved considerably. But today, she couldn't hold back. First, Mira's performance during the audience-ground exercise made Freya feel foolish.

After all these years, she had been deceived by a half-sister born out of wedlock. Then, there was Selena's display of skills at mounted archery. That alone had completely stunned her. Freya had always despised Mira, yet after seeing Selena's skills, fear had suddenly crept into her heart. Her resentment toward her sister now felt almost insignificant. Freya was terrified because she just realized something she had overlooked. She had always thought Selena lacked what she herself possessed, but now, she saw that the other woman hid a brilliance far greater than she had ever imagined.

---- And all of this struck at the pride she had once flaunted before Frederick. Now, Selena had stomped all that pride into the abyss in an instant. Freya was genuinely afraid. When she was unable to find Frederick tonight, she had assumed that he must have gone looking for Selena. And indeed, there he was, returning from the direction of the camp of the Duke of Blackmoor's household. Freya's temper, suppressed for days, now flared up all at once. Why did you even look for her? Do you think she'd care? If she did, she wouldn't have let your Warbringer title be questioned!

That so-called daring rescue was nothing but her stepping on your shoulders to lift herself higher! When will you finally understand?" Freya really didn't understand how Frederick had grown so foolish. Why would he still cling to a woman who had used him like that? Frederick ignored her and headed back to his own tent. Tonight, he had endured every indignity at the hands of the Duke of Blackmoor's household, and now he was expected to suffer this woman's complaints as well. Why should he? "Fred!" "Silence!" Frederick glared at her fiercely.

"If you wish to remain ---- in my household, behave yourself. Make another scene and I'll kick you out immediately!" "What?!" "His Highness is tired tonight, Fey. Don't disturb his rest." Mira appeared from somewhere, holding a long arrow. "Your Highness, I've studied this arrow. With a few modifications-" "Have William adjust it according to your suggestion," Frederick said as he walked off, not even acknowledging Mira. Mira froze, stunned and unable to react for a long moment. William hurried over to console her. "Ms. Mira, His Highness may not be in the best mood tonight.

Don't take it personally. He still values your advice." William held her in high regard, as her mounted archery skills surpassed his own. And unlike Freya, Mira carried herself without any trace of typical womanly behavior. In many ways, she was a true hero. Mira recovered and smiled at him. "Then, I'll make the modifications as | see fit. You should go attend to His Highness." Then, she turned and left. However, Freya wasn't ready to let it go. It was clear that Frederick had gone to see Selena, yet he had come back and ---- treated her with such harshness. What on earth did he take her for?

"Frederick-" Suddenly, someone grabbed her wrist. Mira pulled her sharply, her expression dark. "Come with me!" "Why should I?" Freya fumed. Mira ignored her protests and dragged her along. Once inside the tent, Mira's words finally extinguished Freya's anger. "He can't hide his feelings for Selena any longer. Can't you see?"