Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1483 Though Salvador had trained in martial arts, he lacked Rafael's keen eye for detail. He hadn't noticed that Caden had prior training-he only saw a son who was diligent, disciplined, and improving rapidly.

A brilliant child.

If only he had been born to Kylie!

It would have made things so much easier. Salvador wouldn't have to hesitate- he could have simply chosen Caden.

The day before the Verdant Hunt, Salvador summoned Rafael to the royal study.

"What do you think of my three sons?" he asked.

Rafael answered bluntly.

"Prince Connor has no interest in martial arts. His talent is poor, and his attitude is indifferent. Even after days of training, he still holds the bow incorrectly. Every time I correct him, he makes the same mistake again the next day.

"Prince Caden is strong, skilled, and takes archery seriously. He already had a foundation before this, so he's nearly on par with Ryan.

"As for Prince Cecil, he's just there to play."

Salvador paused. "A foundation? Caden's trained before?"

"I checked his arms and bone structure," Rafael said. "He's practiced martial arts before specifically archery."

Salvador's expression eased slightly. "He's talented, hardworking... A child worth teaching."

ability was all that

on naming his eldest son born from the queen as heir... wasn't it, in part, a way

Rafael,

regretted choosing him as heir? Especially when Rafael's brilliance began

before him... Did

the roles were

the one making the choice and he finally understood

the Verdant Hunt

grand procession of carriages set

for the royal family, its rolling hills strictly off-limits to commoners. At

ove

endless blue sky and drifting

adorned in fine silks and exquisite jewelry, sat surrounded

and glass hair

come prepared. She produced a pair of finely crafted gold bangles and an ornately carved ebony

over the harem, so they couldn't afford

She declared that she wanted to drink deer blood today, and that whoever managed to hunt a deer would win

of anyone who laid eyes on them. The sight alone was enough to make the ladies around her nearly salivate

in the fun, each offering up precious trinkets of their

everyone knew the truth-no matter how many treasures were laid out, the real victor would be

consort.

could possibly compete with

onto the field, their horses galloping through