Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 752

Florence remained silent for a long time. She was fully aware that Eleanor could never measure up to Melanie Sullivan.

In Eleanor’s heart, her grievances outweighed everything else. If she had married Hector and he disobeyed her even once, she would undoubtedly have caused a scene and shaken the very foundations of the earth.

Carissa continued, “And you said that concubines are lowly while the grand princess is noble. So, no matter what she does to them, it’s all considered a blessing. If I were to give you such a “blessing‘, would you kneel in gratitude and offer up your fingers and toes for me to chop off one by one?”

Florence didn’t look up. Her eyes were downcast, and she was unable to muster a single retort.

“Most of those so–called lowly concubines were favored young women in their families. Whether from wealthy households or common folk, their parents likely spoiled them just like you spoiled Grand Princess Eleanor.

“But they were abducted and quietly met terrible ends within Harmony Palace. And you still think they should be grateful? When you ponder such thoughts, doesn’t it feel horrifying? I don’t know if there are vengeful spirits in this world, but if there are, they must linger endlessly within Harmony Palace. No wonder rituals are performed every year during the Emberfest Festival to help those souls find peace. Have you ever dreamed of those deceased concubines and little boys, Florence?”

Florence suddenly covered her mouth, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Carissa looked at her coldly. “You should respect life.”

her final words, she stood

screen. He followed her out and instructed someone to take

back hunched and no longer holding any

question her. She knows where Lord Henry’s daughters have gone, the former haunts of

worry. We’ll uncover

Commander Sinclair. There’s indeed a small notebook inside.

Rafael

he said

were two notebooks, and

female, and who their moms were. Rafael’s held

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household.

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had lost her fingers and toes. She was from Valken. Her dad was a carpenter, and she had

had even noted how closely the women resembled Melanie Sullivan. Wendy’s resemblance was marked at 80 percent. She had been brought to Eleanor by Fiona at the age of fifteen and died