Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 911

Rafael and Carissa were sitting in a private room on the second floor of a tavern not far from the city gates. The room offered the best view in the place. With the windows pushed open, they could see the entire area around the gates.

Since their schedule had always been fixed, Rafael had reserved this room in advance so Carissa would be able to see Dominic from there.

Carissa's gaze never left his face, her eyes hungry as if she couldn't get enough of him. She wanted nothing more than to rush down, throw herself into her grandfather's arms, and cry like she used to when she was little.

She would pour out all the grievances she had been holding inside, and her grandfather would gently pat her head, promising that anyone who dared hurt his little granddaughter would have to answer to him.

But now, all Carissa could do was stand on the second floor, watching as Dominic's horse was surrounded by the masses, listening to the deafening roars of support. Tears welled up in her eyes.

Her grandfather had aged. Really, truly aged.

In the past, even though his hair was graying at the temples, his spirit had been sharp and his will unwavering. When he returned to the capital, he could spar with her dad without even breaking a sweat.

long journey had taken its toll, and while his commanding presence was still strong, the weariness was

of old age. Her grandfather

At times, he raised his hand to thank people. Other times, he glanced anxiously at the

nearly an hour before the procession

the way, but the crowd was simply too thick. What started as a few people pushing through had turned into an unbreakable wall of bodies. At first, there had been

shouted down by others who insisted that causing trouble

that the king would treat the old general fairly, as someone who had guarded

steady roar, with everyone shouting "His

for those hidden among

whose voice was the loudest. He led the others, and it wasn't just his loud voice that mattered. The disguise had been carefully crafted-thanks to the skills of Claire and the

them as

had a rough, unrefined air about him. Even though he now served as a guard leader in Hell Monarch Estate, his roots

chants of 'His Majesty is wise' seemed like a tribute

this was the praise Salvador had