Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

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Jeremiah's words lingered on his lips, but in the end, he held them back. However, that brief moment of hesitation didn't escape Salvador's notice.

Salvador smiled and said, "The Hell Monarch has already accomplished the great feat of reclaiming the Southern Frontier and driving the Sandorian forces out of Starhaven. It's time for those beneath him to rise as well. I believe Rafael would be willing to give them that opportunity. As a leader, one must know how to recognize and use talent."

"Your words are wise, Your Majesty," Jeremiah responded.

After considering it carefully, Jeremiah knew the Hell Monarch's return to the capital would be for the best. While he could secure more benefits and reparations from Sandoria through negotiations, Salvador's health was always in question.

The capital needed the Hell Monarch to maintain order and stability.

Once Jeremiah had left, Salvador fell into silence for a long moment before turning to Derek. "I also wish for their reunion soon. It's been far too long since they've been apart."

Derek lowered his eyes. "You're compassionate, Your Majesty."

Salvador's silence continued, the joy of victory slowly fading as unease settled within him. He knew he always had to say things he didn't mean and do things that went against his heart, but he had no choice.

At Hell Monarch Estate, Travis had always regretted not setting off a long string of Flamepetals during the New Year.

But now, there was no need for regret. Jacob had gone out and bought a whole pile, telling him he could set them off however and wherever he liked-front door, side door, back door, or even in his room if he wished.

they were set off, he had to hear the cracking

styles. After a long, harsh winter, her skin had become much drier. She went to the city with Violet and Cynthia to visit the perfumer's

out lip balms, rouge, and eyebrow pencils. In a teasing tone, she said, "Even though you're naturally beautiful, beauty

sure to buy

used to be the one giving, but now someone is giving to

should learn to accept it. I am

it. You can keep

as they got home, she

resembling an artist's palette. In Bun's eyes, however, she was always

gift and had it sent to Victory

the eighth of February,

in secrecy. When he returned, it was with

were Louis and some of the military officers from the former

Veatch

their arrival, many officials standing in formation to greet them. Rafael searched the crowd, hoping a glimpse

He couldn't find her.

Bun and Travis-they

rode straight to the palace. There, he still

they entered the palace. After greeting Salvador, the sound of celebration and praise washed

at

thin