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.

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

a second thought. Instead, he had chosen the lesser and more insignificant woman, Melanie Sullivan. On their wedding day, Eleanor had cursed

them, the more they seemed to flourish, their love for each other

of resentment, Eleanor knew she would never forget the man who had suddenly intruded into her heart and

well, but why wasn't

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

out, which was truly

always get their

that man, even

dead of night, she still dreamed

things she could not have were the

to the ground, and it shattered

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

did you know? You've ruined your

open, and a maid ushered in Henry as she said, "Don't worry, Your Grace. Mr. Langley returned to Gracehold Estate today and won't be back until tonight at the

nodded. "Take me to