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.

some resemblance to him. Her heart stirred briefly,

a princess, but he had dismissed her without a second thought. Instead, he had chosen the lesser and

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

years of resentment, Eleanor knew she would never forget the man who had suddenly intruded into her heart and disrupted her entire youth. When the

but why wasn't

Melanie's sons had all died with him. Melanie must have been heartbroken. Indeed, she cried so

the entire family was wiped out, which was truly a satisfying

always get their just

that man, even at

probably never once thought of Eleanor. And in the dead of night, she still dreamed of the moment she first saw him, her eyes full of

could not

threw the cup to the ground, and it shattered with a loud

at the broken pieces 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 such extreme resentment toward him, the late king, as well as toward the

you know? You've ruined your

ushered in Henry as she said, "Don't worry, Your Grace.

me to