Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 1486

Kylie bristled at the continued reproach.

"And what good is saying all this now? What we need to do is figure out how to turn this around! Now, His Majesty won't let Connor into the woods. Today, Lady Grace's son outshone him completely—are you satisfied now? If you have a solution, say it! If all you're doing is offering empty words, then there's really no need for that."

Kylie's resentment toward her natal family was always present, always simmering just below the surface.

Marjorie continued speaking softly to Connor. "When His Majesty returns from the hunt and all the court officials are gathered, you should go to him. Acknowledge that you're not the most gifted and that you've been lazy in the past. But after this failure, you've come to understand where you went wrong.

"From now on, you'll change your attitude, learn diligently from Mr. Young and Prince Rafael, and never again disappoint your grandmother or your dad. You'll ask your dad and the court officials to keep watch over you and ensure you improve."

Kylie's eyes widened, her expression full of disbelief. "Are you mad? You want him to admit in front of His Majesty and all the court officials that he's not gifted and that he's been lazy? Do you want him to be even more embarrassed? Is that your goal—to humiliate him again?"

Marjorie replied calmly, "You can't hide the truth. Everyone can see what his abilities and talents are. The court officials have seen it all. It's better to face it honestly. Instead of hiding his flaws, it would be more impressive for him to acknowledge them openly, reflect on his mistakes, and make an effort to change. That will leave a better impression on them."

"No! Don't tell me how to raise my son!" Kylie snapped, her voice sharp. She waved her hand dismissively. "Leave, now!"

Marjorie hesitated, still wanting to say something more, but Kylie's cold tone cut her off.

"To borrow your earlier words—when I needed your help, you weren't there. Now, when I don't need your advice, you show up with your empty words—what's the point? I don't need it. Go."

Marjorie left quietly, her face clouded with disappointment.

Kylie slumped into a seat, her hand pressed to her forehead as she began to cry.

Seeing his mom weep, Connor's tears, which he had been holding back, began to flow freely. But this time, remembering his grandmother's advice, he stifled his sobs, unwilling to let another sound escape.

After a few moments of silent crying, Connor wiped his eyes and began to think, desperately trying to come up with a way to fix the situation.

For the time being, there was no good solution, but Kylie still had to go out and socialize. After all, she couldn't let everyone only remember Grace and Sylvia, forgetting that she, the queen, still existed.