Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1347

Cynthia suggested testing the waters, but Violet immediately shook her head.

"Don't try it. Pretend you don't know anything. We leave at dawn, and then we'll tell Cari and Jacob." However, a thought suddenly crossed Bun's mind. "But can we really leave?"

Cynthia blinked, surprised. "You mean he won't let us go? He's going to keep us here? But Prince Hayden said we could leave."

"Why did Prince Hayden call for Vivi, then? Have you thought about that?" Bun asked.

Violet paced back and forth, feeling a bit uneasy. She had discussed this issue with Carissa before. It clearly wasn't about asking for help. Could it be a hostage situation?

It didn't seem like that, either. Instead, it felt more like someone was deliberately trying to reveal a flaw for them to notice.

"Is it possible that Prince Hayden and Gordon aren't on the same side?" Violet murmured, recalling the strange dynamics during their stay at Willowbrook Estate. Gordon had been everywhere, yet he never felt quite present. He was always in the background and always unnoticed.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a small but persistent idea, one she dared not voice aloud: Could Gordon be using a disguise? Could he actually be Nicholas?

"Let's not talk about it anymore. We'll sleep on it," Violet decided.

Speaking her suspicions out loud didn't feel right-if Gordon's martial arts were really that advanced, they had no idea if the three of them together could even stand a chance.

in together tonight," Cynthia said, linking her arm with Bun's while

to the room. Bun set up his bedding on the floor, while the two women took

volunteered,

him. "If we're in danger, why not leave

"Curfew," Bun replied simply.

avoid alarming them,"

this and nodded. "Both reasons make

study, sitting in silence. He had Chaya fetch him a tobacco pipe. Lighting it, he took a slow

it, the room quickly filled with

at her, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "You never used to

and said, "We don't have many days left to live anyway. Might as well

leave, but you refuse. Staying here will only lead to your death." Chaya lowered her gaze, tidied up the tobacco pipe, and lit a lavender-scented

in this life. You treat me like a granddaughter, and that more kindness than I've ever known, Your Highness. Even if I end up in the underworld, at least there's someone

soft. "I could leave you with

that doesn't work, you could always go to

go

enjoy whatever little comfort I can while I'm here. Tomorrow's troubles can wait, or maybe they won't be worth thinking about

that loomed outside the door. The figure