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."

was all that mattered, Salvador wouldn't be sitting on the

born from the queen as heir... wasn't it, in part, a way of justifying his claim to the

studied Rafael,

father ever regretted choosing him as heir?

exceptional son rising before him... Did he

the roles were

Salvador was the one making the choice and he finally

the Verdant

of carriages

was a vast hunting ground reserved for the royal family, its

ove

sky and drifting white

set up camp. Elegant ladies, adorned in fine silks and

and glass hair clasp as the prize-whoever caught the most game would win

a pair of finely crafted gold bangles and an ornately carved

authority over the harem, so they couldn't

ago-sharp enough to slice through iron with ease. She declared that she wanted to drink deer blood today, and that whoever

of gemstone hairpieces, each one dazzling enough to steal the breath of anyone who laid eyes on them. The sight alone was enough to make the ladies around her nearly salivate with

each offering up precious trinkets of

coveted as these prizes were, everyone knew the truth-no matter how many treasures were laid out, the

consort.

possibly compete with Hell Monarch

long, the young men rode onto the