Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 891

The man was Wayne, but his appearance was quite different from when Barrett had seen him at Edgeview Estate. Even his face seemed unfamiliar.

He took a step forward and nodded in greeting. "Commander Warren, I am aware of the passing of your mom and sister-in-law. My condolences."

Though Barrett recognized the sentiment, he still maintained a certain distance, as he did with all strangers, simply saying, "Thank you. Since you don't want to introduce yourself, I'll take my leave now."

Wayne nodded and said, "Commander Warren, my name is Horace. I serve at Hartstone Estate. It was Lady Heather's request that I come to offer my condolences. Considering the unpleasantness between you and Lady Carissa in the past, she felt it inappropriate to visit directly."

Barrett hadn't met many people from Hartstone Estate, but he knew that their steward was named Horace, so this man was likely him.

However, the man before him had a scholarly air about him, far from the typical appearance of someone who handled internal affairs. He seemed more like a scholar-though, of course, as a servant of a royal estate, he must be well-educated.

Barrett hadn't expected Heather to send someone to express her condolences. A wave of mixed emotions swept over him.

kindness. It's my fault. I've failed... Madam Sinclair

moving to a coffeehouse to talk?" Wayne asked. "Lady Heather has some words she'd like me to convey

then returned and separated from Carissa afterward. When Heather hadn't intervened, Barrett had assumed

in the capital, so exchanging pleasantries once or twice with

well," Barrett agreed with a polite nod. "Lead the

coffeehouse, many eyes hidden

studied Barrett quietly. He had already been observing him from afar for some time-he had even placed people to

had slimmed down considerably. His face now appeared more angular, while his eyes were far more composed and serious than before. But Wayne felt a bit disappointed, as he saw no trace of the sharp

of his power, the death of his child, his mom's passing, and the mourning period-Wayne had assumed Barrett

he seemed

wasn't such a bad thing. Yuvan could use a calm and level-headed assistant, especially one who had authority over the king's

Lady Carissa to stay, for letting her ruin the Warren

He had heard about what happened to Leona as well. She was Heather's own daughter. When Leona was mistreated by her husband's

to hear this man sent by Heather speaking about his divorce from Carissa sounded hard to