Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 1492

Kylie returned to Everspring Palace, but her unease did not last long.

Soon, Salvador arrived. Accompanied by the Nightsteel Guard, he sealed off the entire Everspring Palace, allowing only Lydia to remain within the halls.

Derek entered, carrying two items.

One of them was the poison powder Kylie had given to Connor days before. When it was placed on the table for her to inspect, she stood frozen in place. A cold, piercing chill spread through her, making her body tremble uncontrollably.

Witnessing this, Lydia immediately stumbled and dropped to her knees, her voice thick with fear as she cried out, "Your Majesty, please forgive me! It was all my doing! Her Majesty had no part in this!"

Salvador paid no attention to her desperate pleas.

Sitting down, he turned to Derek. "You may show Kylie the edict. There is no need for formalities."

Derek nodded and unfurled the second item—a royal edict.

The moment it was placed before the queen, her eyes caught the first few lines, and it was as though she had seen a ghost.

"No!" she screamed, collapsing to the ground.

Tears flooded from her eyes as she frantically cried, "No! No…"

Lydia was unable to read the contents of the edict, and she dared not look. She kept her head bowed, her forehead bleeding slightly from the stumble she took to kneel previously.

Salvador's gaze grew colder, sharper. "You were willing to poison him to preserve his reputation. Wasn't it because you wanted to make him the crown prince? Since you were willing to use his life to stake the claim, then I will grant your wish. I declare him the crown prince. In exchange, you will forfeit your life. Fair enough?"

"No! He is your eldest son! He should be the crown prince! Your Majesty, I may have made mistakes, but I don't deserve to die for them!" Kylie protested, throwing herself at the king's feet.

Tears streamed down her face as she clung desperately to his legs. Her voice trembling with helpless despair, she entreated, "Your Majesty, he is my son. I never meant to harm him! I only wanted what was best for him!"

"What's best for him? You got what you wanted—he's the crown prince now, isn't he? That was your goal all along!" Salvador's voice rose, his anger unmistakable. "If you were willing to risk his life to protect his reputation, why not simply offer your own life to secure his place as crown prince? That would have saved you from having to do all that scheming and plotting."

Kylie trembled uncontrollably, her mind struggling to grasp his words.

Had she truly gotten what she wanted?