Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1432

Kyle's painting was truly impressive-his brushwork brought the image to life with remarkable detail. Everyone in the room gazed at the figure on the paper, then looked at Salvador, who still sat in his chair without showing any sign of fatigue. It was as though the man had stepped right into the canvas. Even his earlier expression was captured perfectly.

The fine lines near his eyes, the few strands of white hair at his temples, the small black mole at the corner of his mouth, and the subtle creases on his lips-all of it was there, down to the last detail. Though the colors had yet to be applied to his clothes, the intricate patterns were already outlined, and it was identical to the real thing.

Salvador seemed like he was seeing such a clear version of himself for the first time. He stared for a while, then touched his face and said, "I really have gotten older."

He rarely even looked into a mirror. When he did, it was never this clear.

"You're not old, Your Majesty," Derek said, offering a compliment. "In my eyes, you look just over twenty." Salvador glanced at him and chuckled. "I do share quite a few similarities with my younger brother."

He turned to Carissa. "What do you think, Commander Sinclair?"

Carissa had been yawning continuously, her eyes red from it. When he asked, she nodded and said, "Yes, Your Majesty and His Highness do look somewhat alike."

Salvador's smile grew wider, the shadows of his earlier gloom seemingly swept away in an instant. However, Rafael was much more handsome, and his features were sharper-that was what Carissa added silently in her mind.

and their mom had been the sister of the other's. Yet, it was never something one

one for smiles. His face was usually stern and commanding, and the lines of his face seemed much

marriage. If his harshness was stripped away, he became the picture of a refined

painting for a long time, his gaze lingering on the eyes. Finally, he dismissed everyone, leaving only Kyle behind. Even Carissa was

of the hall, Salvador remained seated, his gaze fixed on Kyle, who sat to his lower right. "Mr. Spencer, you've painted exactly what is in

head, his eyes full of quiet resignation. "I have no

expression darkening. "You do know. Carissa knows as well. I shouldn't have come here. I've never

as soon as I sat down,

myself act on

I can bear. I know

myself. You

will not happen

Your Majesty. I admire you," Kyle said, his

up like Yuvan-saying he wanted to act recklessly just

furrowing his brow. After a moment's