Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1303

Ever since being confined to Everspring Palace, Kylie hadn't set foot outside its gates.

However, after years of maneuvering and influence within the court, news of major events always found its way to her, even in isolation.

Today's whispers were no different. She had heard about Jeremiah's bold suggestion that Salvador personally lead the army.

The thought alone sent her heart racing, excitement and anticipation surging through her veins. If Salvador were to lead the army himself, he would have no choice but to appoint a crown prince before leaving.

And at this moment, there was no other contender but Connor-the eldest prince.

It seemed to Kylie as though the Hell Monarch's sudden illness couldn't have come at a better time.

As her initial excitement subsided, she forced herself to think clearly. This development, as promising as it seemed, might not come to fruition. Salvador had been absent from the battlefield for years.

Would he really risk his safety to go now?

Besides, there were still capable generals in the court, and Yuvan was stirring up a rebellion.

Still, the idea lingered in her mind. If Salvador did decide to lead the campaign, he would earn

from the people. And Yuvan, like someone clinging to their last

endlessly, leaving her tossing and turning through

dawn, the sound of hurried footsteps broke the silence. Her

someone

voice trembling ever so slightly. "Hurry, help me get dressed." During her time in confinement, Salvador hadn't visited her once, nor had he summoned Connor. Though the wait had tested her patience, she had known better than to act rashly. She could only bide her time and wait

external threats-was nothing short

thought occurred to her. "Did His Majesty summon me as well?" "No, Your Majesty," Talia replied. "He only

harem should naturally fall back

leaving the harem's authority in Sylvia and

furrowed.

Talia reported with a tinge of exasperation. "It's still so early-he refuses to get out

seeping through the

up early to study. Knowing that this was a critical time,

Connor resided, she was greeted by the sounds of a tantrum. Loud protests and

in her arms as a maid combed his

like this, especially with Mr. Walker waiting

Majesty," Lydia replied hastily. "I've already sent someone to keep Mr.

unceremoniously dragged out of bed, he had thrown a fit earlier, making it a challenge just to get him dressed. Now, half- asleep, he was grudgingly allowing his hair to be combed as he dozed off