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 mattered, Salvador wouldn't be sitting on the

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

studied Rafael, lost in

regretted choosing him as heir? Especially when

he saw such an exceptional son rising before him... Did he feel even

roles

making the choice and he finally understood how impossibly

day of the

carriages set out for Everwood

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

ove

endless blue sky and drifting white

fine silks and exquisite jewelry, sat surrounded by maids and attendants, their laughter bright

Meredith presented an elaborate gold and glass hair clasp

finely crafted gold

Sylvia still held authority over the harem, so they

a 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

presenting an entire set of gemstone hairpieces, each one dazzling enough to steal the breath of anyone who laid eyes on them. The sight alone was enough

in the fun, each offering up precious trinkets of their

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

consort.

could possibly compete with

young men rode onto the field, their horses galloping through