Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1470 Carissa disliked the idea of involving her dad, especially since whatever Salvador had to say had nothing to do with him.

It seemed unnecessary to invoke Hector's loyalty to the kingdom, as if to pressure her into answering the coming question. But, of course, whether she liked it or not, her feelings were irrelevant in Salvador's

eyes.

Her expression remained composed as she said softly, "You may ask what you wish, Your Majesty. I will listen.

The sharp, biting pain that seemed to pierce his very bones caused Salvador to bypass the usual probing and go straight to the heart of the matter.

"You are the one who knows Rafael best. Do you think that if I die, he-should he become Regent- would kill the future young king and take the throne for himself?"

Carissa's heart sank, the fury rising in her chest like a firestorm. Rafael had survived the brutal battles of the Southern Frontier; he should not be subjected to such flagrant suspicion. Her protective instincts flared, and her tone became icy, her words rapid.

"Your Majesty, I've been married to Rafael for only three years. I hardly claim to know him better than anyone else. Surely, the person who knows him best is you-his elder brother. Do you believe he would do such a thing?"

is for the future of Starhaven. As a court official, your duty should align with your

"This has nothing to do with my dad. Whatever I say, whatever

you even know what you're saying? Are you implying that what you're doing

Majesty, please, do not let your anger take hold." Carissa stood and said, "Do you even know what you're saying, Your Majesty? You're not asking me a question you're already passing judgment. You could ask me, or Mr. Murray, or the six department heads. Words have power, Your Majesty, and with a single sentence, you can condemn someone.

I need to place a false charge on him? Just for daring to enter

"Then do it."

efforts to remain composed. She wasn't the type to cry easily, but she couldn't help

didn't

chaos. He knew full well there would be no glory and that he might lose his head for doing so. But he went anyway, and came back sick. Now, he has to take medicine and remedies daily, and his treatment has no

days because he didn't know how you were faring. In his heart, you're not

ask me if he would kill the future young king

deserves to die. Fine then! Do it. Kill him, and I'll die with him. Then

"Your Grace, don't say