When Petals Meet The Blade (Priscilla and Waldo) novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210

Chapter 210

Leon’s playful remark about “always having to outdo him” was a joke, evident in his cheerful mood and easygoing demeanor. ‘But what about the man standing before me now?‘ Jessica thought.

Jessica smirked, her voice dripping with irony. “When I was twelve, during our first campaign together, I showed off my archery skills before the troops and beat you by a hair, Your Highness. Do you recall what you said then, or has it already slipped your mind?“.

Waldo had utterly forgotten about it. ‘When did that even happen?‘ he wondered. ‘She was twelve? That would have made me only seventeen or eighteen. How could I possibly remember something from that long ago?‘

Waldo asked, his voice tinged with confusion, “What… What did I say?”

Jessica replied, “Is it proper for a young lady to be seen in public like that? The men cheered, but you ordered the back to the tent. You were so angry that you wouldn’t even have dinner with me that night.”

Perched on her horse, Jessica regarded him with cool indifference. “Back during our first campaign, you examined the tracks and insisted there were over three thousand enemies. I argued there were barely three hundred, but you stubbornly stuck to your assessment.

“Subsequently, Your Highness committed significant reinforcements, resulting in over a thousand casualties while only eliminating two hundred enemies and allowing a hundred more to escape; following Hughie’s comment, ‘We should’ve listened to Ms. Yates,‘ you became enraged and refused to speak to me for three days.”

Each word she spoke felt like a painful twist of a dagger in Waldo’s heart, while Hughie, standing nearby, lowered his gaze.

Hughie rarely recalled certain events unless prompted, but Jessica’s recounting of them sent a chill down his spine, prompting him to realize, ‘Now that! think about it, it did happen!‘

“During our barracks celebration that year, while our brothers–in–arms were sparring, I got caught up in the moment and accidentally knocked the sword out of your hand, a mishap you didn’t forgive quickly.”

“So, you think you’re a better swordsman than me now? Some expert, huh?” Waldo scoffed, utterly disbelieving it, even if his life was on the line.

Jessica smirked. “Not necessarily ‘better‘ than Your Highness at swordsmanship–the longsword isn’t my preferred weapon, after all.”

“That’s utter rubbish!” Waldo bellowed.

Ignoring him, Jessica gazed at the sky and murmured, “I humbled myself for you, trading my strength for gentleness. Yet, you scorned me, dismissing me as naive while chasing after someone far less capable.

“You may think she’s special, even superior, but in my eyes, she’s worthless–less than dirt. I wouldn’t waste a second on her,” Jessica said, yanked the reins, spurred her horse, and vanished in a flash.

Only Jessica’s detached voice lingered in the air: “Let’s go to the Beast Zone!” Though her voice seemed to hang on the wind, both she and her steed had vanished, leaving only a swirling cloud of dust.

Garbisch stared in utter disbelief. “Good heavens!” he exclaimed, realizing he hadn’t known Jessica had become such a masterful rider.