Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

At dawn, Connor and Ryan rose with high spirits, brimming with confidence.

In stark contrast, Caden appeared weary and drained, his dark circles more pronounced than ever after having been tormented throughout the night.

Nightmare after nightmare had plagued him. One had consisted of visions of his own severed head rolling across the floor, pools of blood staining the ground. In another dream, Connor lay before him with both legs shattered, his agonized screams echoing through the darkness. He also dreamed of the tortured chamberlain, the man's words playing over and over in his mind.

Whether in sleep or while awake, terror clung to Caden, leaving him trembling uncontrollably.

Grace arrived with Lyra to personally dress him. As she helped him into his formal attire, she spoke softly, coaxing him and reminding him of what had to be done today. She soothed his nerves, assuring him that Connor would not die.

As she saw Caden's expression ease, she pressed on, painting a grand vision of power for him. With it, he could bring prosperity to Starhaven, making his reign a golden age that would be remembered for centuries.

Grace knew her son better than anyone. He was not without ambition, far from it in fact. But Victoria had been deliberately drawing the brothers closer by arranging for them to study, train, and play together-all to cultivate their brotherly bond.

Children were sentimental creatures and easily swayed by companionship. However, these feelings were trivial indulgences. If Caden lost sight of his future because of such things, the cost would be far too great.

With both Grace and Lyra urging him on, his resolve began to solidify. The doubt faded from his eyes, replaced by a steely determination.

they stepped

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and military officials in the sacrificial rites. By the

blue, a festive air suffusing every corner of the palace. Salvador was in excellent spirits today. During the ceremony, he even made a wish-for a

Archseer cast his divinations and assured the king that his wish would be granted. With that prophecy

and birthday greetings. He bestowed gifts upon each of his children, his expression warm as he exchanged a

was absent today. The bitter cold made it unwise for her to leave her chambers, lest she fall ill. Yet before departing the palace that

the formalities concluded, the king instructed the princes and princesses to spend time with their horses, ensuring they were familiar with

day promised further amusements in the form of various games and entertainment. A temporary stage

spirited match of polo.

were kept under close guard. No one was permitted near them, lest some treachery be attempted. Their feed had

advance. Though she had not come in person, she had sent

thorough security sweep. The racetrack consisted of a dry, yellowed field, while the adjacent sandy terrain had been designated for polo. Though the three princes would not be

the court officials and accepted their gifts. He had little taste

particularly expensive but covers