Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1192

As Randall walked out of the hall, his head was held high, his gaze unwavering, and his step filled with renewed purpose. No longer was he the slumped, defeated figure he had been earlier.

It was all because of one last thing Rafael had said to him.

"Matthew mentioned to me that you've handled your warden duties well. After a year or so of experience, I'll see about promoting you."

At that moment, Randall's eyes had burned with unshed tears.

Aside from Avis, no one had ever acknowledged his abilities. No one had ever truly praised him.

Avis would praise him, of course, but those praises had always been laced with consolation. He had never been good at studies or martial arts. She would assure him that, in time, he would amount to something. But that was just comfort, not real recognition.

Now, for the first time, Randall had been truly recognized. He didn't even care whether that recognition was sincere or watered down. At that moment, the feeling was too overwhelming, too wonderful, for him to question it. He didn't want to dwell on whether it was genuine or not.

If he could continue on this path, he would give everything he had to make it happen.

From a young age, he had never been Yuvan's favorite. Born to a concubine, he was raised by Avis, but his father still looked down on him for his lowly, illegitimate bloodline.

He had overheard the servants gossiping about it. Yuvan had once ordered Randall's biological mom to drink medicine to avoid getting pregnant, but she had still conceived. When she found out, the plan had been to have a physician induce a miscarriage.

concubine away to a remote estate. She hid the concubine until after Randall's birth, when Avis made a grand public display of

Yuvan to acknowledge him. Once that happened, his pride wouldn't allow him to let the boy

foolish. Perhaps they were right-she had fought so

Randall recalled these memories, his steps grew lighter. He shouldn't feel burdened by betraying such a dad, and he certainly shouldn't feel guilty. The guilt, he realized, should have been for failing to care for his mom when she was sent to Verdant Monastery. He should hate the man who was called his dad-not just for how he treated him,

it was still lighter

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