Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1343

"Do you think Madam Prince and Ms. Prince are in immediate danger?" Carissa asked.

"Madam Prince should be fine, but if Ms. Prince's fever doesn't break soon, she could be in real danger. She's too anxious. When she saw me, she kept grabbing my hand, asking if she was going to die. She kept babbling nonsense-blaming one person, then another, before turning the blame on herself for all the wrong decisions she'd made," Rowan replied.

Carissa said nothing.

She had no right to judge someone else's life, but she couldn't help but wish Viola wouldn't drag Zoey down with her. If Viola were die in Astral Prison, it would only cause panic among the Earl of Silverstone's family. This would undoubtedly increase Zoey's already heavy burden.

"Rowan, please check on them again in a couple of days."

He nodded. "Of course."

Carissa thought for a moment, then added, "I'll accompany you when you go."

She wanted to have a private conversation with Zoey. In a hopeless place like prison, having no one to

talk to and only listening to endless crying would make the days feel like years.

now, Carissa had other matters to attend to. With Salvador ill and court in recess, her only option was to find Jeremiah and inform him of the change in

she had to meet with the generals of the Mystic Army to devise strategy

change, she asked him to report it to Salvador. Then, she returned to

they needed

patrol the countryside surrounding the city. There were many large villas on the outskirts, some housing hundreds of people. It would

Many times, they would recruit refugees from other places. So long as they could work for a meal, what did it matter who they were? The search had already begun, but progress was slow. The countryside was vast, and apart

with strict surveillance of all key routes into the city. The main street leading to the palace

news from Jeremiah, Carissa visited Zoey in prison. This time, she had Randall bring Zoey to the back courtyard of the Supreme Court, where they had some meat porridge prepared for her. Zoey looked terribly worn-her face gaunt and her body frail, with large eyes that seemed devoid of life. As she looked at the

her, letting her cry it all

pillar of strength for everyone, the one who couldn't show weakness. She had to keep her spirit alive, for if she faltered, everyone else

her tears finally subsided, she picked up the now lukewarm porridge and began to eat, her hands trembling. She hesitated, the thought of saving some for her children

Zoey finished one bowl, Carissa could see that it

voice, choked with emotion, broke the silence, "That's

bowl of porridge, in her

need to pull yourself together,"

gave a bitter smile. "Why call me that?

quiet for a bit before saying, "Then, let me