Provoking a Graceful Bloom Novel

---- Chapter 94 Freya's letter was brief, just a few lines. She wrote that she had never wanted Frederick's wealth or title, only his heart. But today, she had seen that even that was not hers; all she saw was another woman in his eyes. If he couldn't promise to love only her, what was the point of it all? So, she had left Filled with regret, Frederick wasted no time in chasing her down It was the middle of the night, so there was no way Freya could leave the city. When he finally found her, she was pacing near the city gate, leading her horse as if waiting to leave at dawn.

Frederick leapt from his horse and scooped her into his arms. * Thank heavens you're still here!" Tonight, Freya was unusually quiet. She let him hold her without a fuss, but her eyes showed not a trace of feeling. Frederick quickly sensed something was wrong and loosened his hold, bending down to meet her calm, unreadable gaze. "Fey, are you still angry?" Freya's smile was cold as she shoved him hard. "Do you think | shouldn't be, Your Highness?" ---- Caught off guard, Frederick reached out to hold her again after she pushed him away.

However, she had already stepped back and placed some distance between them. "Fey, let me explain-" "Explain what? You told me to leave in front of everyone, so | left. Isn't that exactly what you wanted?" "That's not what | meant. |... | was furious in the moment," he admitted. Freya glared at him. "Then, do you even know why I made such a scene?" Frederick blinked, startled. "Why?" Freya's composure finally crumbled, tears slipping down her cheeks. "Because | feel insecure. You make me feel completely unsafe. There's another woman in your heart!

| told you from the start that I'm not like those women. | don't scheme, I don't play games, and | don't know how to flatter you or win your favor," she said, her voice breaking. "| won't calculate every step or tread carefully like they do. | don't want your wealth or your status. I'd be willing to follow you without name or title. And why? Because | love you! You're the ---- only one | will ever love in this life! But what about you?" Her words struck Frederick like a dagger to the chest She was unlike anyone he had ever known-free of cunning, untouched by ambition.

All she knew was how to love him, and how to demand that love in return. Had Freya wished to scheme, she could have been like Selena, clever and calculating to the bone. But what ambition did she possess? What schemes could she weave? If she were calculating, would she be so boldly unreasonable? A heart like hers, seeking neither fame nor fortune, only asking for true love in return, was truly rare and precious. "I'm sorry, Fey. It's my fault," Frederick murmured, holding her close. His voice was low, almost trembling. "I nearly let the most honest, pure-hearted woman in the world slip away.

| promise I'll never let you get hurt again." Freya finally clung to him, sobbing into his chest. "Then, do you still love Selena?" The mention of her name sent a spike of irritation through Frederick. Elias had actually proposed in public. Was Selena really going to marry him and move to Dawnmere? Frederick had never imagined a day when she would belong to anyone else. ---- "Frederick?" Freya lifted her tear-streaked face to him, eyes wide and demanding He lowered his gaze, staring into her bright, moist eyes. With a helpless sigh, he said, "! could never love a calculating woman like her.

| truly don't. From this life to the next, | only want you, Fey." Yet, even as he said those words, the thought of Selena possibly marrying Elias left an uneasy tension in his chest.