Provoking a Graceful Bloom
"Hey, scum, I've made myself perfectly clear. I am not Selena. I won't be like those women who are willing to share you, or serve you for your power and rank. If it's empty flattery and false affection you want, then go to her. Why are you clinging to me?"
Freya struggled fiercely but couldn't break free from the prince's grip.
"Let go! Don't touch me with the same hands that touched her!" she shouted.
Still, Frederick didn't release her.
In a sudden fury, Freya raised her hand and struck him sharply across the face. The loud smack echoed through the silent ranks of soldiers. Every one of them froze, eyes wide, barely daring to breathe. Even Sally felt a chill run down her spine.
He was a pr
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