Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1069

Viola didn't know what to do, so she decided to let the cold war drag on.

After all, it was she who brought up divorce. Barrett only agreed in a moment of impulse. If they really went through with it, he would never find another wife.

Who would want him? The only chance he'd have would be to marry a merchant's daughter or a commoner. No family with any kind of status would ever accept him. "Let's not speak of tonight again," Viola said, sounding tired as she closed her eyes. "Tomorrow, send for the physician. Tell them I'm unwell and need to rest for a few days." "Yes, Madam Viola." Poppy was unsure whether her mistress truly wanted a divorce, or if she was just venting in frustration. She fell silent and didn't dare to press the matter further.

The next morning, Barrett stood waiting at the gates of Hell Monarch Estate. This time, he was there to seek an audience with Rafael, not Carissa.

When Rafael emerged, he saw Barrett standing by the corner with his horse, his face pale and drawn. He waved for Dylan to approach and inquire. Barrett immediately led his horse closer, bowing his head in respect. "Your Highness."

"What do you want?" Rafael asked, sizing him up.

Barrett gathered his courage and asked, "Your Highness, might I ask if the people of Westhaven have dealt with Aurora?"

Rafael was still irritated at how Barrett had stopped Carissa outside the royal study, and he couldn't muster any sympathy.

know? Ask

bow, pleading. "I know you're the first to hear news like this. I admit I've made countless mistakes, but please, for the sake of my cooperation

frustration turned into amusement. "Barrett, your 'cooperation' with the Ministry of Justice is your duty as a subject and your way of protecting your position and family. Don't try to make it sound like you're doing me a favor. If you want favors, go to

apologize. "I misspoke, Your Highness. I simply wish to humbly plead that you would share

had been haunting him lately, but Barrett's complexion was worse than ever. His eyes were sunken and his posture was slumped, as if the weight

interested in speaking with Barrett any longer. He gave a dismissive wave and said, "If there's news, I'll have someone send word. As of now, I

what? Just leave for

didn't want Barrett lingering around and possibly

as always, would only

you hear anything, send word to me. Otherwise, I'll have to

hardly contain his frustration. It was

"Just go!" he snapped.

his horse away. As he

here? Do you want me to force you to

that, Barrett quickly mounted his

wasn't returning. Once satisfied, he turned to Dylan. "Keep watch. If he turns back, send him on his way. No pleasantries." After giving the order, Rafael mounted his horse and hurried off. He needed to