Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1314

It had been six days since the Earl of Silverstone's family was imprisoned, and not a single tear had fallen from Zoey's eyes.

But now, in Carissa's presence, her eyes suddenly reddened. She quickly turned her head, her voice breaking as she whispered, "Thank you, Your Grace, for visiting a prisoner like me."

Carissa looked at Zoey, who was dressed in coarse prison garb, her disheveled hair concealing a face grimy with dirt. The dignified and graceful woman she once was seemed barely recognizable.

"You have suffered, Madam Zoey," Carissa said softly.

Zoey quickly masked her sorrow and replied, "I'm not concerned for myself, but I fear for the children.

Your Grace, what does His Majesty intend to do with us? Will we be executed?"

Carissa gently pulled her into a seat. "If His Majesty sought to execute you out of anger, he would have done so by now. He means to use you to draw Mr. Prince back. If he surrenders, your punishment will be lightened."

Zoey shook her head. "Impossible. He will never surrender."

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world. Focus on protecting yourself. My senior guild member

behalf in secret. The medicine and food you gave

words, Zoey could no longer hold back the tears. They streamed down her face in a torrent. "Thank you, Your Grace, and thank you to my younger

heart felt like it was being

to tear him apart. The hatred threatened to swallow her sanity, but she

army was far too serious. However, hearing that Carissa and others were working on their behalf brought a glimmer of hope back to

won't need them. I'll send this batch to Cedric and the others. Don't worry. Deputy

away

Carissa reached out and gently adjusted Zoey's disheveled hair. She felt something crawling on the back of her hand, and she subtly

prison was crawling with them-rats, lice, and woodlice,

Zoey's neck and hands were covered in red, swollen bumps. They were clearly from bites, and

or clothes, only medicine for survival during crucial times. I also have a few bottles of ointment that you can apply to the

so much!" Zoey's voice trembled with gratitude. Her greatest fear had been the illness that often plagued the prisoners, but with the medicine, she felt a bit more at ease. "As for food and clothing, there's no need to trouble yourself. The prison may be damp and filthy, but the