Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1156

It was as if some unseen force had taken hold of Evelyn. Despite her unsteady steps, she suddenly moved with surprising speed, leaving Jane and Rosie struggling to keep up.

Evelyn could hear nothing but the rush of her heartbeat. Before her, the courtyard faded away. What remained was the vision that had burned in her heart for years the blazing fire and the haunting screams that filled the air. Back then, people had dragged and pulled her, and she could do nothing but watch helplessly as the fire devoured everything.

Her youngest son-gone, consumed by those flames.

They had pulled out so many bodies, and yet, she couldn't tell which one was his.

She had cried until she lost consciousness, over and over. However, never had she dared to think or hope that perhaps, just perhaps, her son had survived.

He had been so weak and sickly, barely able to walk without help. How could he have escaped that inferno?

As Evelyn reached the main courtyard, there was only one figure she could see-the rest was a blur. Tears kept falling, clouding her vision, and she walked towards that faint, indistinct shape.

Her head tilted slightly, her voice weak and uncertain. "Are you my son?"

Isaac recognized her; deep down, he was angrier at her more than anyone else. Upon seeing the tears streaming down her face, something in his chest twisted with an unfamiliar pain.

unable

out beside

into Isaac's arms. The past surged back like a dark, suffocating wave, and her heart felt

first, he

trying to fool, madam? It was you all who sent me to that hellish place. I should have died there, but my benefactor saved me. I'm no longer Seraphina. My name is Isaac." "No..." Evelyn reached out, pulling him back into her embrace. "I didn't

grief and joy,

-

few lamps illuminated Evelyn's room,

to stay by her side, sending all the servants away. Even Caspian and Luna

the cool

night was deep, and the air damp and heavy The lights seemed to be wrapped in mist,

"My

hoarse as she whispered, "It's real. It's

-

made it clear that

Evelyn's room, she

Isaac's hand since

intensity that deepened with every passing moment,