Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

At Harmony Palace, Eleanor questioned the middle-aged man before her. His head was bowed, and she asked sharply, "How is this possible? How did Carissa find out about Cece's identity?! Did that wretch herself tell Carissa's people?"

The man was tall and handsome, though a bit weathered. Hearing Eleanor's accusation, he quickly shook his head.

"It's impossible. Celeste would never take the initiative to tell Lady Carissa. She has always been so obedient to you and never dared to disobey your orders."

"She wouldn't dare." Eleanor's eyes flashed with hostility. "Her mother is still imprisoned in my palace dungeon. If she wants her mother released, she had better be obedient."

"Of course. She'll definitely listen to you."

Eleanor glared coldly at him, growing more enraged at his demeanor. "Go and ask her. Also, instruct the others to keep a lower profile and not let anyone learn of their identities. I suspect that Carissa only learned about Celeste and is making a fuss to provoke me, hoping to make me hesitate and disrupt my plans. I won't be fooled by her tricks."

"Understood. I will speak to them about it."

Seeing that he had nothing else to say and was solely concerned about his daughters, Eleanor's gaze grew even colder. "Get out!"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Henry turned and left. Over the years of internal strife and scheming, his once imposing figure had become slightly stooped.

figure, thinking of the man who bore some resemblance to him. Her heart stirred briefly, only to be engulfed

dismissed her without a second thought. Instead, he had chosen the lesser and more insignificant woman, Melanie Sullivan. On their wedding day, Eleanor had cursed them, wishing they would be

to six sons and one daughter. The more Eleanor despised them, the more they seemed to flourish, their

the man who had suddenly intruded into her heart

wasn't

all died with him. Melanie must have been heartbroken. Indeed, she cried so much

out, which was truly a

always get their

that man, even at the moment

in the dead of night, she still dreamed of the moment she first saw him, her eyes full of wonder,

could not

to the ground, and

of porcelain, her eyes were filled with hatred. If only her father had agreed to let her marry Hector! If he did, she wouldn't now harbor

know? You've ruined your

side gate of a house creaked open, and a maid ushered in Henry as she said, "Don't worry, Your Grace. Mr. Langley

"Take me to