When Petals Meet The Blade (Priscilla and Waldo) novel Chapter 299

Chapter 299

Not just similar, but identical. Waldo slanimed his wine glass onto the table.

Hughie jumped in shock and quickly helped clean up the mess, nervously stammering, “Your Highness, we have we have guests here *

Waldo’s chest heaved with barely contained fury as he abruptly rose to his feet. Seeing this, Hughie panicked. “Your Highness!”

“Melvin, I have matters to attend to. Excuse me.” Waldo turned abruptly and strode away. His once elegant legs now dragged awkwardly with each limping step, a jarring sight.

Melvin watched Waldo’s retreating figure, a shadow of gloom flickering in his heart.

It was a tragic fall from grace. The once mighty warlord was reduced to such a pitiful state. But then again, if Waldo hadn’t been reduced to such a wretched state, Melvin’s opportunity wouldn’t have come so soon.

Melvin watched him leave and smiled. “Then this prince will see you again tomorrow. But do give serious thought to what I’ve told you I’ll be going now Waldo completely ignored him. Limping heavily, he left the side hall and made his way into Drizzle Pavilion.

This was the first time Waldo had willingly set foot there since the autumn hunt. The courtyard was eerily quiet, not a soul in sight.

Fallen leaves lay scattered across the ground, a clear sign that the courtyard had been left in a state of neglect. Had it been the old Waldo, seeing the woman he cared about living in a place like this would have made his heart ache.

But that day, far from feeling any compassion or pity, his anger only grew the longer he looked. While the female assassin from Leon House was dragged out and executed in the marketplace, the assassin under his roof enjoyed a comfortable life there.

“Drag that bitch out here!” Waldo commanded, his steps weary from the walk.

Hearing this, Hughie immediately ordered someone to fetch Priscilla, while personally and swiftly bringing Waldo a stool.

When Priscilla was dragged out, her face lit up with delight. “Waldo, you’ve finally come to see me. These damned servants dared to disrespect me and harm me. Kill them for me, Waldo. Kill them!”

Priscilla was sobbing hysterically, her face streaked with tears and snot. After days apart, one would have expected her to look haggard–yet to everyone’s surprise, she looked well–nourished.

Unfortunately, Priscilla’s grating voice only fueled Waldo’s disgust and fury. “Shut up!” Waldo commanded, his voice ice–cold.

As the guards forced Priscilla to her knees, only then did she finally feel his coldness. The chilling truth struck her. Waldo’s eyes were completely devoid of affection.

Priscilla looked at Waldo, her voice trembling. “Waldo, why are you looking at me with such a cold, distant look?” She wondered. “It’s only been half a month apart. How could you have changed so much?

“And then, your leg…” One day, she’d heard Yuna say that Waldo’s leg was permanently crippled, and he’d never get to lead anymore.

However, she thought it might not be a bad thing. If Waldo didn’t become the king, there wouldn’t be so many women around him, and he could love her alone for the rest of his life, just as he had said before.

Priscilla pleaded, “Waldo, let me up.” Two guards pinned her down, forcing her to kneel. The initial joy she’d felt at seeing Waldo was quickly giving way

to anger.