Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 689

Daniel struggled to rise, but his body felt weak, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. Just then, the door creaked open, so he quickly turned his head to look.

A figure stepped around the screen and entered. It was a woman.

She wore her hair in a loose bun, adorned with a delicate hairpin, and was wearing a pale blue top with white accents. Over it was draped a smoke-colored satin coat that flowed elegantly. She appeared to be in her forties, with only faint signs of aging on her face. Yet, her expression was stern and commanding, radiating the authority of someone in power.

Behind her, another person entered and moved a chair to the bedside. The woman then slowly sat down, her cold, sharp gaze locking onto Daniel's wide, confused eyes. "Who... who are you?"

Daniel had never met Eleanor, but he knew her status must be significant.

As Eleanor observed the panic in his eyes, an unsettling feeling surged within her. It was as if a flame had been doused by a sudden downpour, leaving no embers behind.

The two men's faces bore similarities, yet their demeanor and courage were worlds apart.

"Are you afraid of me?" Eleanor asked slowly, not bothering to conceal her disdain any longer.

"Who are you? Why did you bring me here?"

of her bringing him here because of

of Northwatch's families being in a state of heightened tension, which would undoubtedly lead to dissatisfaction and targeting from some people. They had to tread carefully, ensuring no one could seize upon

to having only

are, you clearly know my identity, which means you have a purpose for abducting me.

replaced by the distinctive pride

out a soft sigh and smiled. "Yes, this is how a member of the

It was this very face-cold and distant-that rejected her and

the bed,

his

was exhausted and

uttering those words. His neck could barely support his head, which slumped back onto the pillow as

across his body in an instant. He flailed his arm weakly, but missed hitting her. Instead, she leaned closer.

watching him-yet seeming to look beyond him-sent shivers down his spine. There was an obsession in

roared from deep within

His voice lacked any real power, and he felt

chair with a languid demeanor. Her elbows rested