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."

alone didn't make a crown prince. If ability was all that mattered, Salvador wouldn't be sitting on the throne-Rafael

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

Rafael, lost

regretted choosing him as heir? Especially

saw such an exceptional son rising before him... Did

the roles were

one making the choice and he finally understood

day of the Verdant

grand procession of carriages set out

Everwood Park was a vast hunting ground reserved for the royal family, its rolling hills strictly off-limits to commoners. At its heart lay a

ove

and drifting

officials set up camp. Elegant ladies, adorned in fine silks and exquisite jewelry, sat surrounded by maids and attendants, their laughter bright as they

exciting, Meredith presented an elaborate gold and glass hair clasp as the prize-whoever caught the most

a pair of finely crafted

the harem, so they couldn't afford to be too

dagger she had obtained years ago-sharp enough to slice through iron with ease. She declared that she wanted to drink deer blood today, and that whoever managed to hunt a deer would win

anyone who laid eyes on them. The sight alone was enough to make the

each offering up precious trinkets of their

knew the truth-no matter how many treasures were laid out,

consort.

possibly compete with Hell Monarch

long, the young men rode onto the field, their horses galloping through