Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

The guards were unable to restrain Kylie, who rushed past the partition screens. One glance at her blood-soaked son was enough to make her release a piercing scream of horror before collapsing in a faint.

Thankfully, royal physicians were also present. The servants quickly ushered the queen out, allowing a royal physician to attend to her. Once revived, Kylie's sobs were unrestrained, her cries echoing with raw anguish.

Leading some men, Rafael took swift action to restore order. He intercepted the frenzied horse and set the wheels of investigation in motion, determined to uncover what had caused such madness.

Inside the makeshift room, Salvador knelt beside Connor. As his trembling hands gently brushed the bloodied face of his son, his palms became stained with crimson.

Telling the king to move aside, Sebastian quickly administered needle treatment, meant to simply keep Connor alive for a little longer. The priority now was to stop the bleeding in the eldest prince's head.

The boy couldn't swallow any pills, so Sebastian gave Carissa a bottle of hemostatic powder and told her to feed it to Connor. As long as he could swallow it, it would slow the internal bleeding.

Examining with his sharp eyes, Sebastian quickly understood the severity of the situation. The horses' hooves had trampled Connor's body, and with such speed and weight, the internal injuries were grievous.

If he hadn't performed needle treatment, Connor would have already died. However, even with the needles, the odds of survival were slim.

Though barely conscious, the eldest prince could still hear Carissa's frantic voice calling his name, urging him to swallow something. The pain was all-consuming, his body wracked with tremors he could not control. Every part of him screamed in agony, and the overwhelming fear began to suffocate him.

Was this the end?

effort, as he was too weak. His mouth was full of a bitter and metallic taste. He

to hear his father's voice telling him not to be afraid. Hearing how shaky his father sounded,

so tired; his eyelids

tears streaming down her face as she gripped his hand. "Open your eyes, look at

limbs numb with fear, sank to the ground, his gaze fixed upon Sebastian in horrified disbelief. His lips parted,

managed to choke

his gaze, Sebastian continued his work. After dressing the wound, he used Orchidstrike Needle Art. It was a technique he had mastered,

had been in his throat, suddenly settled. But

fallen over the gathered onlookers. No one dared move, each person rooted to the spot, anxiously awaiting the fate

beyond the screens came the stifled sobs of many-the Quinton family, Ryan, Caden,

of dread swept over her. She felt a

sobbing in Grace's arms. But now, he sat as though frozen, his body stiff and his eyes unfocused. It was as if his soul had departed, leaving only an empty shell behind. No matter how Grace

quickly ordered servants to fetch a small hand

was brought and placed in Caden's arms, but he didn't take it.